Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 668: Chapter 671: As long as you hand over Old Mr. Stanford’s antidote

The nurse brought Sophie Sullivan to Minimus Hart’s room.

Minimus Hart had fainted at the equestrian center yesterday due to her severe injuries and had only regained consciousness after the doctor’s intervention. Her condition was still dire; she was staying in a room in the medical office under the constant care of nurses.

Sophie Sullivan stood at the doorway, looking at Minimus Hart, who was lying motionless on the bed while a nurse fed her liquid food.

”Maniac...” The nurse who was feeding Minimus Hart plain porridge stopped.

Sophie Sullivan waved her hand. ”Both of you, step outside. I need to speak with her alone.”

The nurse placed the bowl on the bedside table and left the room.

On the way there, Sophie Sullivan had asked the nurse about Minimus Hart’s condition. She learned that Minimus had extensive abrasions all over her body, knife gashes on her face, and her wounds had reopened, carrying a risk of infection.

It was safe to say Minimus Hart was now covered in injuries. Her wounds had been disinfected, medicated, and wrapped in gauze. She wore loose patient clothes that hid the extent of her injuries, but seeing her lying there, completely still and unable to even lift a hand, confirmed the nurse’s words.

Her skin was practically ruined.

But this was far from enough...

Sophie Sullivan approached the bedside, looking down at Minimus Hart. Minimus indeed looked utterly pathetic. Half of her face was swathed in thick gauze, through which faint traces of blood seeped. Specks of crimson, like plum blossoms, dotted the white gauze.

Intense hatred burned in the depths of Minimus Hart’s eyes. She pursed her lips, staring daggers at Sophie Sullivan, her gaze promising a brutal demise.

All the pain she was enduring now stemmed from Sophie.

It was all Sophie Sullivan’s fault...

”Minimus Hart, do you hate me?” Sophie Sullivan’s voice was soft, her tone unhurried, as if she were an old friend catching up, her demeanor casual.

Minimus Hart remained silent. Sophie Sullivan didn’t seem annoyed; she chuckled softly and placed a hand on Minimus’s shoulder. Minimus’s expression turned grim as Sophie pressed down hard.

”ARGH...” Minimus groaned in pain.

”I heard your chest was injured too...” Sophie Sullivan’s lips curved into a malicious smile. ”Tell me, if your chest is ruined, will you still be able to go on missions? Is there any point in keeping a leader who can’t?”

Minimus Hart closed her eyes, shutting out the unpleasant reality.

But Sophie Sullivan had no intention of letting her off so easily. ”Minimus Hart, if you hand over Old Mr. Standford’s antidote, I can pretend none of this happened. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being discourteous.”

”I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Minimus Hart opened her eyes, a clear glint of defiance in them.

It was pure smugness. She held the final Trump Card in her hand and was certain Sophie Sullivan couldn’t touch her.

”You don’t know?” Sophie Sullivan chuckled and nodded. ”Fine. Let me help you recall.”

Sophie Sullivan turned, walked to the room door, and said to the nurse outside, ”Get me two buckets of saltwater. I want it highly concentrated.”

The nurse glanced nervously at Minimus Hart inside the room. ”Maniac, what do you need saltwater for?”

”I have my uses for it. Hurry up.”

Not daring to refuse, the nurse had no choice but to go and prepare the highly concentrated saltwater.

Sophie Sullivan returned to the bedside. Her eyebrows arched slightly as she remarked airily, ”I heard the doctor say your injuries can heal without scarring. It’s not particularly difficult. But since you insist on doing things the hard way, don’t blame me for being impolite.”