Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 678: Chapter 681: Young Master, the little maniac she’s gone out...

Just as the words left his mouth, his bright brow furrowed. ”Fennie?”

In the bedroom, Sophie Sullivan’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

Thomas Shannon tossed the towel aside, turned, and hurried downstairs. ”Where’s the maniac?” he demanded.

The servants and maids on night shift trembled upon hearing his cold voice. ”Young Master,” one stammered, ”she... she went out...”

”Where did she go?”

”She’s probably just taking a walk outside.” The servant had only seen Sophie go out and didn’t know what she was doing.

Thomas Shannon retracted his gaze and called a bodyguard to find Sophie.

Finally, Sophie was found in the medical office.

Late and quiet, Sophie stood alone outside the ICU ward in the empty corridor. Through a glass barrier, she stared blankly at George Standford, who was still unconscious.

Thomas Shannon approached her step by step, but she remained oblivious. Following her gaze to George Standford, Thomas Shannon vaguely understood her thoughts. She had a nightmare, dreamt her face was scratched, and after waking up, she came to George Standford’s ward door. She must be desperate to restore her appearance, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t be standing here alone so late at night.

Thomas Shannon put an arm around her shoulder, turned her to face him, and, lowering his gaze, asked, ”Why did you run off here all alone?”

Sophie raised her eyelids and asked in return, ”Thomas Shannon, when do you think Old Mr. Standford will wake up?”

”The medicine will arrive tomorrow, and Old Mr. Standford will wake up soon.” Thomas Shannon placed a hand on her head and gently rubbed it. ”He will wake up, don’t worry.”

Sophie buried her head in his embrace. Thomas Shannon, surprised by her initiative, naturally wrapped his arms around her.

”I really hope Old Mr. Standford recovers soon so he can perform the reparative surgery on me.”

Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened. ”He will.”

The vulnerability of that night seemed to be just Thomas Shannon’s illusion.

When Sophie woke up the next day, she acted as if nothing had happened. She ate, drank, and played as usual, as if the nightmare had left no trace.

Thomas Shannon’s words proved true. The medicine for Old Mr. Standford had arrived at the medical office, and the doctor had already administered the injection.

By evening, Old Mr. Standford had woken up and was escorted by a nurse from the ICU to his room. Although he was awake, the old injuries inflicted by Frank Mitchell had not yet healed. He still needed some time to recover.

”Old Mr. Standford, I’m sorry.” Sophie sat by the bedside and sincerely apologized to George Standford. ”You’ve been implicated because of me again.”

Old Mr. Standford, who had just woken up, was still very weak. When he saw Sophie apologize and recalled that the repeated misfortunes he’d suffered were all connected to her, he instantly became furious.

”Fiona, you truly are a born calamity star.”

Sophie glared at him. ”Considering you were implicated because of me, I won’t get angry with you this time.”

”Pour me some water.”

Sophie got up. ”I’ll allow you your impudence this once.” She poured him a cup of water and put a straw in it.

George Standford drank half a cup of water through the straw, then gave Sophie an annoyed stare. ”It seems you’re quite hated. Fiona, you truly are pitiful.”

Sophie: ”...”

”Since you’re so pitiful, I suppose I’ll just have to fix that ugly face of yours.”

Sophie: ”...”

”Fiona, why aren’t you speaking?”

Sophie: ”...”

”Fiona, if you keep glaring at me like that, I’m going to get angry.”

Sophie slammed the water cup on the bedside table. ”Old Mr. Standford, I’ll bear with you!” If he hadn’t been implicated because of me, I wouldn’t be this tolerant!