Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 861 - 863: I’m Wounded, and You Seem Quite Happy?

Instead, I really hope Edward Benson can give Thomas Shannon a good beating. He so deserves it.

Last time, he threatened her to stay. Although she punched him herself, seeing Edward Benson beat him now, she still feels quite pleased.

"Maniac, come down with me quickly!"

Charlie River urged, and Sophie Sullivan replied slowly, "Got it."

She put on a sleep gown, called Gaby, and went downstairs together.

As soon as she got to the staircase entrance, she heard the muffled sounds of fists hitting flesh.

Looking downstairs, sure enough, the spacious main hall had clearly become the battlefield for the two of them.

A complete mess.

Valuable antique porcelain was all shattered on the ground.

Harry hid far away, his fur standing on end, meowing as if cheering for his master.

Seeing Sophie Sullivan, Harry dashed over, wanting to jump on her. Gaby took a step forward, Harry let out a miserable cry and dashed away.

"Gaby, don’t always scare Harry. You can’t use your size to bully the little, understand?"

Sophie Sullivan gently advised Gaby.

Charlie River, standing next to her, was almost worried to death. Wasn’t she supposed to be here to mediate? Did she focus on the wrong thing?

Gaby and Harry weren’t the focus, the focus was the two men fighting intensely!

"Maniac, hurry and persuade the Young Master."

The servant next to her and maids also gathered behind Sophie Sullivan, cautiously agreeing, "Yes, maniac, please persuade Young Master and Young Master Benson, if this fighting continues, lives might be lost."

Thomas Shannon and Edward Benson were both determined to have a fight.

Each move was lethal, not holding back at all.

At this moment, both of them had different degrees of injuries on their faces and bodies.

Sophie Sullivan felt it was about time, so she spoke up, "Thomas Shannon, stop fighting."

The two men, who were caught up in the heat of the fight, didn’t stop for anyone.

Thomas Shannon pretended not to hear, regarded it as unheard, he and Edward Benson, like two young and reckless boys, insisted on fighting till death.

Sophie Sullivan helplessly spread her hands, "You all saw it, he doesn’t listen to me."

Charlie River: "..."

Maid: "..."

Servant: "..."

Maniac, obviously you weren’t sincere!

Finally, the two of them collapsed on the ground, gasping heavily.

Sophie Sullivan went over to Thomas Shannon’s side, looking at his handsome face sporting injuries, wickedly extended her index finger and poked his eye socket, "Thomas Shannon, you’re wounded."

Thomas Shannon wiped the corner of his mouth, wiped off the blood there, "I’m wounded, you seem very happy about it?"

"Am I?"

Seemingly?

She was definitely happy!

Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, grabbed her mischievous hand, bit it, Sophie Sullivan furrowed her brow in pain, "Thomas Shannon, why are you so bad?"

Thomas Shannon ignored her, released her hand, and sat up, Edward Benson also sat up at the same time, his eye color dark, "Where’s Isla Stanley?"

"Young Master Benson, you misunderstood, Linda wasn’t deliberately hidden by the Young Master to keep you from knowing..."

Charlie River felt he must do something, otherwise letting him continue with the misunderstanding would be troublesome.

The Young Master didn’t want to explain, so he had to.

Before the explanation finished, Edward Benson interrupted, "I just want to know where Isla Stanley is!"

"Charlie River, take him to find Linda."

Thomas Shannon stood up, expressionless, went over to sit on the sofa, his handsome face sporting injuries, truly looking battered.

That pair of cold eyes were even more terrifying.

Charlie River didn’t dare say much, "Yes, Young Master. Young Master Benson, please follow me."