A war that was about to explode at any moment... got smoothed over just like that?

After coming out of the medical office, the three of them walked in silence all the way back inside the castle in an extremely strange atmosphere.

Sophie Sullivan had a servant prepare food for Gaby, then went upstairs to call Gaby.

Although Thomas Shannon wouldn’t allow Gaby to sleep inside the bedroom, it was still okay during the daytime, just not at night.

Gaby had been by Sophie Sullivan’s side ever since it was little; it had long ago gotten used to Sophie Sullivan’s scent.

Wherever there was Sophie Sullivan’s scent, it could calm down.

Otherwise, if it didn’t see Sophie Sullivan for a long time, it would become extremely irritable, with a five-star destructive rating.

Lucifer and Thomas Shannon also wanted to follow her; Sophie Sullivan turned around, staring at the two of them. "Neither of you are allowed to come up. I’m going to get Gaby."

Lucifer gave a gentle smile. "Go ahead, Cecilia Branford."

Thomas Shannon gave a cold snort and turned to sit back down on the sofa.

Lucifer sat down comfortably opposite him. "Thomas Shannon, friendly reminder: Cecilia Branford doesn’t like being forced by others, so you’d better rein it in a bit."

"And a friendly reminder for you: I don’t like any man hovering in front of Sophie Sullivan. You’d better have some self-awareness."

Lucifer snorted disdainfully. "I’ve had over 20 years of feelings with Cecilia Branford. Can you compare to that?"

Thomas Shannon shot back, "Over 20 years is friendship. Sophie Sullivan and I, that’s love. And besides, she’s already my woman. On that point, you, Lucifer, will never be able to compete."

"No rush. The one who lasts till the end is the winner. You have Cecilia Branford for a while; it doesn’t mean you can have her for a lifetime. Cecilia Branford likes novelty. Playing with you for a bit isn’t out of the question."

Being able to describe Young Master Shannon as some casually discarded plaything—only Lucifer could pull that off.

Thomas Shannon swallowed his anger. "Lucifer, this is the only way you can comfort yourself. After all, since you’ve never had her, you’ll never know how wonderful it feels."

When Sophie Sullivan returned to bedroom, Gaby was still lying on sofa sleeping.

Sophie Sullivan found it strange. In the past Gaby’s senses were extremely sharp; even the tiniest bit of noise could draw its attention.

Yet now, she’d come in making such a big noise—how come Gaby still hadn’t shown the slightest sign of waking?

Sophie Sullivan came to in front of sofa, sat down on the carpet, raised her hand and stroked its big head. "Gaby, wake up, Lucifer came to see you."

Gaby slowly opened its eyes. For some reason, Sophie Sullivan felt it looked weak and listless.

"Gaby?" The hand Sophie Sullivan had on its head paused; her brows knitted tightly. Could Gaby be sick?

The next second, Gaby lifted its head, rubbed against her palm, then closed its eyes again.

Its breath came faster and faster, wheezing heavily.

Realizing something was wrong with Gaby, Sophie Sullivan immediately stood up. "Someone, call the veterinarian!"

Downstairs, Lucifer and Thomas Shannon, who were still going at each other tooth and nail, heard Sophie Sullivan’s anxious shout and exchanged a look.

The next second, the two of them stood up at the same time and rushed upstairs.

Upstairs, the servant in the corridor who heard Sophie Sullivan’s shout responded in a fluster, then hurriedly ran downstairs.

At the staircase entrance, he ran into Thomas Shannon; the servant immediately stopped. "Young Master..."

"What’s going on?" Thomas Shannon’s facial color was dark as he barked.

The servant answered nervously, "It seems like Gaby is sick. The maniac wants to call the veterinarian over."

Gaby is sick?

Lucifer’s brows furrowed hard, and he growled, "Then what are you standing around for? Hurry up and call the veterinarian!"