Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 582: Chapter 585: I Surrender...

”I think Fiona suits your temperament better.”

”What temperament?” Sophie Sullivan’s fists were already clenched, ready to fight him at any moment.

”The temperament of a country bumpkin phoenix.”

Sophie Sullivan sneered, her knuckles cracking as she flexed them. ”Old Mr. Standford, I’ve put up with you for long enough. Duel me!”

Seeing her genuine fury, George Stanford quickly raised his hands in surrender. ”I give up, I give up...”

Sophie Sullivan harrumphed and returned to her seat, crossing her arms, her face impassive.

George Stanford felt uncomfortable under her gaze. ”Fiona... no, Lily...”

Sophie Sullivan remained silent.

Just then, Sophie Sullivan’s mobile phone rang. It was a parting gift from Lucifer, and the mobile phone contained his and Leo’s contact numbers. This was so she could easily reach him; if she couldn’t get in touch with him, she could contact Leo directly.

Sophie Sullivan took out her mobile phone, glanced at it, and then held up her index finger to George Stanford, signaling him to be quiet.

She took a few slow, deep breaths to compose herself, then answered the phone, ”Lucifer...”

”Cecilia Branford... what’s wrong with your voice?” Lucifer could tell something was off as soon as he heard her.

What happened to her? he wondered.

Sophie Sullivan glanced at Old Mr. Standford, who was eagerly trying to eavesdrop, then stood up and left the room. ”I’m fine, just a little tired.”

”Cecilia Branford, you’re bad at lying. You’re not tired. Something’s happened, hasn’t it?”

Lucifer’s piercing insight scared Sophie Sullivan. He knew her too well. Just by hearing one sentence from her, he could guess the gist of what had happened. She really couldn’t hide anything from him.

”Lucifer, I injured Thomas Shannon.”

Lucifer paused, then burst out laughing. ”Good job, Cecilia Branford! Well done!”

That shameless Thomas Shannon deserved it! Threatening his Cecilia Branford—shameless!

Sophie Sullivan was speechless.

After a pause, Lucifer’s voice softened. ”Cecilia Branford, are you okay? Did he bully you?”

When she wasn’t by his side, his biggest worry was that she might be bullied. From childhood, Cecilia had always been the one bullying others; no one had ever dared to bully her. This time, she had disappeared and suffered the greatest pain and hardship of her life. He was filled with regret, immense self-blame, and guilt for not having protected her properly. If he had protected her, she would still be the proud Miss Cecilia Branford living in Onassis Old Castle, still the dazzling heir, admired by all.

”Lucifer, don’t worry. No one dares to bully me, not even Thomas Shannon!”

Sophie Sullivan laughed, her tone still carrying its usual playful arrogance.

Only she knew the depth of her sorrow. Reporting only good news and not the bad, not wanting to worry those who cared for her—that was precisely how she felt now. A poignant ache. A raw feeling. Her heart felt incredibly soft, almost to the point of being a vulnerable mess.

After chatting with Lucifer for a while, Sophie Sullivan hung up the phone.

She turned and looked at the nurse standing at the corner, her eyes darkening. ”What are you doing?”

”Nothing, I was just passing by,” the nurse explained, looking a bit nervous.

Just passing by? She had been watching the nurse from the corner of her eye. The nurse wasn’t just ’simply passing by.’

Seeing that Sophie Sullivan showed signs of anger, the nurse turned and fled.

Once out of the medical office, the nurse picked up her mobile phone to call Thomas Shannon, reporting in a hushed voice, ”Young Master, the maniac was just on the phone with a man named Lucifer... Yes, I heard her call him Lucifer.”

After hanging up the phone, the nurse had just turned around.