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Chapter 114: What does she amount to, and what does the little maniac amount to? · Nov 12, 2026

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101 Chapter 101: Thomas Shannon, I’m coming in 2026-11-12
102 Chapter 102: So now, Thomas Shannon still likes you, right? 2026-11-12
103 Chapter 103: Save My Life! 2026-11-12
104 Chapter 104: Please Don’t Drive Me Away 2026-11-12
105 Chapter 105: His First Woman Wasn’t Her 2026-11-12
106 Chapter 106: Remember Your Identity! 2026-11-12
107 Chapter 107: Have I been too indulgent with you lately? 2026-11-12
108 Chapter 108: You Still Have Time to Regret Now 2026-11-12
109 Chapter 109: Mission 2026-11-12
110 Chapter 110: His woman, must be clean. 2026-11-12
111 Chapter 111: The maniac is not as special as he imagined 2026-11-12
112 Chapter 112: Thomas Shannon, go back, I’m tired. 2026-11-12
113 Chapter 113: Young Master, do you still want it? 2026-11-12
114 Chapter 114: What does she amount to, and what does the little maniac amount to? 2026-11-12
115 Chapter 115: Amelia Shaw, Get Ready to Fight Back 2026-11-12
116 Chapter 116: You brought this upon yourself, don’t cry later 2026-11-12
117 Chapter 117: Admit Defeat When It’s Time to Admit Defeat 2026-11-12
118 Chapter 118: You know better than I who she likes. 2026-11-12
119 Chapter 119: Wait for My Good News 2026-11-12
120 Chapter 120: Was it you who saved me back then? 2026-11-12
121 Chapter 121: Don’t Touch Me! 2026-11-12
122 Chapter 122: I will not be grateful to you 2026-11-12
123 Chapter 123: It Really Is Her! 2026-11-12
124 Chapter 124: Did the Maniac Discover Something? 2026-11-12
125 Chapter 125: The Voice of the Little Maniac... 2026-11-12
126 Chapter 126: What Exactly Did the Young Master See in Her? 2026-11-12
127 Chapter 127: Aren’t You Afraid? 2026-11-12
128 Chapter 128: Don’t Want to Leave You for Even a Minute or a Second 2026-11-12
129 Chapter 129: No, You Sleep Holding it 2026-11-12
130 Chapter 130: Here, do you feel uncomfortable? 2026-11-12
131 Chapter 131: The Game Rules of Adults 2026-11-12
132 Chapter 132: Other women are allowed, but not me? 2026-11-12
133 Chapter 133: If You Don’t Like It, Don’t Provoke 2026-11-12
134 Chapter 134: Are you interested in me? 2026-11-12
135 Chapter 135: Not Enough Time to Love You 2026-11-12
136 Chapter 136: Abandoning Her at the Slightest Disagreement? 2026-11-12
137 Chapter 137 Samuel, Wake Up 2026-11-12
138 Chapter 138: Open Your Mouth! 2026-11-12
139 Chapter 139: I ask you, whose idea is this? 2026-11-12
140 Chapter 140: What are you standing there for, come in quickly. 2026-11-12
141 Chapter 141: Thomas Shannon, what do you mean? 2026-11-12
142 Chapter 142: Don’t Let Me Down 2026-11-12
143 Chapter 143: Not Wounded? 2026-11-12
144 Chapter 144: Who Let You In? 2026-11-12
145 Chapter 145: Dealing with You, Little Fool 2026-11-12
146 Chapter 146: Who Asked You to Save Them! 2026-11-12
147 Chapter 147: Master, we saw Miss Cecilia Branford 2026-11-12
148 Chapter 148: I simply don’t want to deal with you, understand? 2026-11-12
149 Chapter 149: Can You Stay Away from Me? 2026-11-12
150 Chapter 150: Listen, Don’t Come Near Me 2026-11-12

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: What does she amount to, and what does the little maniac amount to?

Sophie Sullivan secretly took a deep breath and released her hand, leaving a dark red, bloody handprint on his trouser leg.

”Do you know you were wrong?”

Sophie raised her head, her tone unprecedentedly docile and obedient. ”I was wrong.” This 180-degree change in attitude made her seem almost like a different person.

Charlie River wondered if the maniac was schizophrenic.Perhaps she really was insane?

”Stand up,” Thomas Shannon ordered icily.

His cold eyes were as frigid as thousand-year-old unmelting glaciers, and even the surrounding air pressure seemed to plummet.

Sophie struggled to stand, but as soon as she was on her feet, her legs buckled.

The man snorted, his contempt absolute. As the elevator door opened, he was the first to stride out with his long legs.

Sophie tossed the blood-stained shirt to the man in black and hurried after him.

Stumbling, she caught up to Thomas Shannon’s pace just as Charlie River opened the car door for him.

The tall man bent to get into the car. Charlie River, quick-eyed and deft, moved to close the door.

Like a slippery little loach, Sophie wriggled in and successfully took her seat.

Charlie River: ”...”

On the way back to the manor, Thomas Shannon remained silent.

Sophie knew she had angered him this time, so she tried her best to minimize her presence.

She leaned against the chair back, her head tilted to one side, watching the scenery fly by in reverse.

Her mind felt a bit groggy...

...

Amelia Shaw was using a rag to wipe a valuable, person-sized decorative enamel piece.

Her mind wasn’t on the task; all she could think about was Thomas Shannon. What could she do to win him back?

As she was lost in her thoughts, she heard a flurry of footsteps from the main hall entrance.

She whipped her head around. Her gaze fell on the face of Thomas Shannon, who was in the lead. A joyful expression lit up her face. ”Thomas—” Her voice trailed off.

In that instant, the joy in her eyes vanished.

Thomas Shannon was carrying the maniac, whose face and hands were covered in fresh blood. Her head was lolling to one side, and she was already unconscious.

”Charlie River, call the doctor! Quickly!”

Charlie River, thus summoned, acknowledged and immediately went to the landline, picked up the receiver, and dialed the medical office’s intercom.

Carrying the maniac, Thomas Shannon strode quickly upstairs.

Amelia Shaw clenched the rag in her hand, the color draining from her face...

He... Why was he holding the maniac?Why was he holding that ugly oddity?

Tossing the rag aside, she followed, unwilling to accept it.

In Thomas Shannon’s bedroom, he laid Sophie on the bed, completely disregarding whether the blood on her hands would stain his silk quilt and bedsheet.

Wasn’t he a clean freak?

Amelia Shaw hurried forward to stand before Thomas Shannon, her face etched with anxiety and concern, ”Thomas, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Her hand overstepped its bounds and grabbed his arm, her frantic gaze scanning him from head to toe.

”Let go!” Thomas Shannon’s expression was grim. ”Who gave you permission to touch me?”

Amelia Shaw’s heart clenched. Her breath caught in her throat. A dull ache spread from the tip of her heart to her limbs.

Even breathing felt like being cut by a knife.

She slowly released her hand. Her eyes, reddened with grievance, welled with tears. Biting her lip, she couldn’t understand why an ugly woman could make him care so much.

In contrast, she, the one he had once liked, was repeatedly ignored by him.

What was she?And what was that maniac?

The doctor arrived swiftly. Charlie River was the first to step into the bedroom. ”Young Master, the doctor is here.”

With one hand, Thomas Shannon pushed aside Amelia Shaw, who was blocking his path. His brows were tightly furrowed.

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