"Facing hardships together, no complaints allowed."

Thomas Shannon was determined to punish her, taking revenge for that mocking smile.

Sophie Sullivan was pressed into his embrace, her clean homewear immediately stained with chicken blood.

Sophie Sullivan screamed under his torture until finally, her homewear was completely ruined, beyond recovery, and she ceased her futile struggle.

"Bring Bay King inside."

Charlie River quickly understood, "Yes, Young Master."

The man in black also quickly withdrew at Thomas Shannon’s signal.

Leaving only the trembling doctors who didn’t dare to breathe loudly.

Thomas Shannon leisurely lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, squinted his eyes slightly, and his gaze swept over their faces like knives. "Tell me, how should I punish you?"

"Young Master, we didn’t do it on purpose... but the situation was urgent. There was plasma available, but considering you wouldn’t want it, we had to slaughter a chicken and use its blood instead."

At such close range, they didn’t dare use ketchup to fool anyone. If Linda saw through it, they’d be doomed.

The plan was completely exposed, and their fate would be even worse.

So, they had to take the risk and used chicken blood to make a blood bag. After Thomas Shannon used the restroom, he hid the blood bag in his mouth, biting it at the right moment to spit out blood.

"You didn’t do it on purpose, but you indeed made me use chicken blood."

Thomas Shannon blew out a smoke ring, pondered for a moment, and generously said, "How about this, each of you drinks a bowl of chicken blood to make me feel better, and we’ll let this matter slide."

Drink chicken blood...

The doctors, who were used to life-and-death situations, had never drunk chicken blood before.

When they heard about drinking a bowl of chicken blood, they couldn’t help but shudder.

Thomas Shannon’s voice suddenly deepened, hiding a sharpness: "What, you don’t want to?"

"No, no, no, Young Master, we’re willing! We’re willing to drink!"

The doctors gave it their all, drinking a bowl of chicken blood was better than being physically punished!

They were really lucky, as the Young Master rarely forgives mistakes so easily.

"Butler."

The butler stepped forward respectfully, "Young Master, I’m here."

"Prepare the chicken blood, I want to see them drink it with my own eyes."

"Yes, Young Master!" The butler immediately turned to do it.

The butler instructed the servants to catch a few black chickens, immediately bled them, and filled several bowls with chicken blood.

Thomas Shannon crossed his legs, the corner of his mouth hooked slightly, "Let’s begin."

"Yes..." The doctors, gritting their teeth, held the bowls, and upon smelling the blood smell, their stomachs immediately churned violently.

Before throwing up, they closed their eyes and drank the chicken blood in big gulps.

Each doctor ended up with a mouth full of blood, with blood they couldn’t swallow flowing down from the corners of their mouths.

They looked extremely disheveled.

Thomas Shannon couldn’t help but think of himself... When he spat out chicken blood, it must have been even more ridiculous!

"Young Master, we’re done drinking." The doctors burped, looking like vampires just out from a slaughterhouse sucking blood.

Thomas Shannon irritably waved his hand, and the doctors immediately breathed a sigh of relief and ran away.

Sophie Sullivan laughed and leaned over, her head resting on his shoulder, poking his chest with one hand: "Thomas Shannon, you scared them away."

"What, you want to see them perform live with chicken blood again?"

Sophie Sullivan daringly said, "I’d rather see your live performance."

"Dream on."

As he was talking, Charlie River had already brought in the heartbroken Edward Benson.

Edward Benson looked at Thomas Shannon in shock; Charlie River had just asked him to come back.