Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 97: How Did You End Up Here?

"Young Master, the maniac seems to be going crazy again," Charlie River said softly from the side.

It looks like she’s really losing it!

In the surveillance footage, Sophie Sullivan rolled on the bed and then knelt at the head of the bed, using her head to hit the wall.

One hit after another, she looked just like a madman.

"Call the doctor to give her a sedative." Thomas Shannon’s eyes were dark and deep. He withdrew his gaze, stood up, and left the surveillance room.

Charlie River didn’t dare to hesitate. He imdiately called the doctor, explained the maniac’s situation, and asked him to prepare a sedative to inject her in the courtyard.

The doctor who received the order quickly took his dical box and ca to the courtyard.

Led by a maid, the doctor arrived at the bedroom door. Before he could enter, he heard the increasingly heavy sounds of a head hitting the wall from inside.

"Hurry, open the door!" the doctor urged anxiously.

The maid, whether from fear or nervousness, had trembling hands. She fumbled with the key, trying to insert it into the keyhole several tis without success.

CLANG. The key fell to the ground.

The maid picked up the key, panic-stricken, and apologized repeatedly, "I’m sorry..."

"Let !" The doctor snatched the key and quickly unlocked the door.

As he pushed open the door, he saw Sophie Sullivan kneeling at the head of the bed, hitting her head against the wall.

She slowly turned her head, as if in slow motion.

Her Yvonne forehead was tinged with dark red, bloody bruises.

The mask had fallen off, revealing half of an ugly and horrifying face. Her dull eyes seed to stare at them.

Yet, they also seed to be looking through them, at sothing else.

The doctor entered the bedroom, opened his dical box, and prepared to inject her with a sedative.

Seeing the doctor expel the air from the needle tip of the syringe, Sophie Sullivan seed to be triggered and suddenly pounced on him.

The unprepared doctor was tackled to the ground by Sophie Sullivan, who had unleashed so trendous hidden potential.

Her hands moved incredibly fast. She snatched the syringe from the doctor’s grasp and jabbed it into his arm.

"Ha Ha." Her eyes were fierce as she let out a sinister laugh.

Even the doctor had been subdued by her. The maid, terrified, began to retreat.

Hearing the commotion, Sophie Sullivan raised her head and shot the maid a nacing glance. The maid’s heart lurched; she turned and fled without a second thought.

Sophie Sullivan dropped the syringe and quickly chased after her.

"Quick, close the door! Don’t let the maniac out!" the maid shouted as she ran towards the doorway.

The tremor in her voice vividly conveyed her anxiety and fear.

However, it was already too late!

The maniac sprang out, pouncing on the maid from behind and knocking her to the ground.

Sophie Sullivan swiftly and rcilessly applied a throat-locking technique. The maid’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. The other maids froze for several seconds when they saw this. Only when the subdued maid’s face began to lose all color did they react and try to pull the maniac off her.

Sophie Sullivan was being pulled in all directions. Her clothes were torn and her hair was yanked, her scalp tingling with pain.

"I’ll kill you!"

Returning from the surveillance room, Thomas Shannon sat down on the sofa.

His tightly knitted brows seed to betray endless worries. He lowered his head, took out a cigarette, and placed it between his thin lips. The tal lighter flared to life in his hand.

He squinted and lit the cigarette.

Wisps of white smoke curled into the air.

Thomas Shannon took a deep drag, tilted his head back, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke from his thin lips.