Sophie Sullivan: "..."

This sounds so familiar...

Entering George Stanford’s office, he toned down quite a bit. With Thomas Shannon, this living King of Hell, present, he didn’t dare to act out and certainly didn’t dare to joke with Sophie.

The two sat across from George Stanford’s desk, separated by the desk. He stretched his neck to carefully scrutinize Sophie’s face.

As he observed, he kept nodding and said with a smile, "Fiona, your recovery is truly amazing. I believe less than half a month, and another 10 days, and you’ll be ready for the third surgery."

Sophie’s eyes sparkled with excitement, "Really?"

George Stanford smugly replied, "Of course it’s true. When have I ever lied to you?"

Sophie happily cradled her face, turned her head, and looked at Thomas Shannon playing with a cigarette in his hand, "Did you hear that, Thomas Shannon? I’m about to have surgery!"

"I heard."

"Aren’t you happy?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"I am happy."

Sophie lowered her hand, grabbed his handsome face with one hand, and pulled it outward twice. Watching this scene, George Stanford was so startled he wanted to hide under the desk, pretending he hadn’t seen anything.

"But you don’t look happy at all."

Thomas Shannon removed her hand, "Of course I’m happy you’re recovering your face. But, I’m more worried you’ll attract a swarm of admirers."

If she hadn’t insisted on restoring her appearance, Thomas Shannon wouldn’t have agreed to the surgery.

This is fine, he thought; he had gotten used to her appearance.

"Hmph."

Sophie proudly snorted, lifting her delicate chin high, mimicking his posture, and glancing at him, "Even as I am now, I’ve attracted you, haven’t I?"

In other words, your worry is unnecessary.

Even without restoring her appearance, she could still attract a swarm of admirers.

Amused by her excessive confidence, Thomas Shannon grabbed her chin and shook it twice, "Haven’t I told you before, with the lights off, it’s all the same. So, whether you’re beautiful or not, it doesn’t matter to me."

George Stanford: "..."

Unbelievable!

What did he just hear!

Thomas Shannon, you... Didn’t even finish saying ’shameless’ when a little nurse hurriedly rushed in.

"Young Master, maniac, something bad happened!"

The nurse looked anxious, with sweat on her forehead from running, gasping for breath.

Thomas Shannon lightly tapped the table surface, his voice cold, "What happened?"

"It’s, it’s Gaby... Gaby’s about to bite Harry to death!"

Upon hearing this, Thomas Shannon immediately stood up. His narrow, cold eyes deeply looked at Sophie, "What are you waiting for, come with me."

Having said that, he took Sophie’s hand and quickly headed out together.

Outside the medical office, poor little Harry was caught in Gaby’s mouth, tossed high, then thrown down.

Every time it tried to run, Gaby pinned it onto the Lawn with a claw.

Gaby was playing enthusiastically, holding Harry in its mouth, continually shaking it.

Harry let out helpless cries, so miserable it could make any onlooker shed a tear, and every listener feel heartbroken.

The nurses wanted to go forward to save Harry, but... they indeed feared Gaby.

Although Sophie kept saying Gaby wouldn’t bite people, it didn’t rule out the possibility it could bite anyone other than Sophie.

So, the little nurses had no choice but to hurriedly run to get help, and found Thomas Shannon.

Thomas Shannon led Sophie out, seeing Gaby having a great time, while the Harry caught in its mouth screamed repeatedly, looking utterly hopeless.