"Are you sure?" Thomas Shannon seemed surprised that she would refuse.

Since when did his temper improve so much, how come he didn’t know?

Just one second ago, she said she was angry, and the next second she refused his proposal for revenge.

Women are truly unpredictable creatures.

Sophie Sullivan nodded, a hint of coldness crossed her eyes, "I want to ruin her face with my own hands, but not now."

Sophie couldn’t forget the nightmares she had, she couldn’t forget that unforgettable fear and pain, the shiny knife gleaming coldly, ruthlessly cutting across her face.

She called to heaven and earth to no avail, as helpless as if the whole world had abandoned her.

Thomas Shannon hooked a smile, deep within his cold eyes spread a trace of indulgence, "As you wish, play however you want."

After all, it’s her affair, she can make her own decision.

"Young Master, there is an urgent document that requires your approval."

Charlie River came to Thomas Shannon’s side, respectfully speaking.

"Wait for me in the study room."

"Yes, Young Master."

After Charlie River left, Thomas Shannon lifted Sophie’s chin with one hand, his thin lips planted a light peck on her soft red lips, "I’m going to get busy."

Sophie absentmindedly nodded, "Mm."

Watching Thomas Shannon’s departing figure, Sophie stood up and quickly walked outside.

Gaby followed along, one person and one tiger, quickly heading toward the medical office.

Sophie’s sudden arrival surprised Angus, "Miss Cecilia Branford, what’s wrong with you?"

Her face was filled with urgency, Angus thought she had some situation, immediately stood up, ready to do an examination for her.

Sophie waved her hand, shut the office door, and sat down in front of the desk, "Angus, you sit down, I’m fine."

That’s good.

Angus nodded with relief, sat down as instructed.

Sophie wore a serious expression, her eye color carried a touch of coldness, "Angus, I hope to recover my memory as soon as possible."

"Miss Cecilia Branford, rest assured, I will formulate the surgical plan as soon as possible, to ensure that you can recover your memory quickly."

Sophie seemed contemplative, after a moment she softly said, "Angus, don’t let this matter spread, if anyone else asks, just say the plan hasn’t been formulated yet, understand?"

"Miss Cecilia Branford, you mean... keep this matter confidential from everyone?"

Sophie nodded.

"What about His Highness Lucifer..."

"Lucifer can know." Sophie wouldn’t hide it from Lucifer.

Angus instantly understood her meaning, "I understand, Miss Cecilia Branford, rest assured, I will keep this matter confidential from everyone."

Angus understood that she probably didn’t want anyone inside the manor to know, including Thomas Shannon.

As for why she wanted to hide it from Thomas Shannon, that is not Angus’s question to ask.

So, he wouldn’t ask, what he needed to do was formulate the surgical plan as soon as possible, so she could recover her memory quickly.

Leaving Angus’s office, Sophie went next door to George Stanford’s office.

Old Mr. Stanford eagerly unwrapped her gauze, checked her recovery situation, was so satisfied his mouth nearly reached his ear roots.

"Fiona, I must immediately apply for a patent!" While helping Sophie wrap the gauze, George Stanford was saying happily.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and apply for the patent, your title as a palace-level master will surely become more illustrious."

George Stanford glanced at her, "Am I such a vulgar person?"

"Aren’t you?"

"Nonsense, of course not! If this medicine applies for a patent, it can be mass-produced."