Or perhaps, Thomas Shannon had already investigated her background but hasn’t told yet? Sophie Sullivan covered her head in pain and tapped her forehead, forcing herself to stop thinking. Is he waiting for to confess everything I know to him?
The more she thought, the more her head throbbed with a dull ache.
She drowsily fell asleep. Harry lay at the end of the bed, his little belly exposed, sleeping sprawled out and snoring softly.
「The black Lincoln Fleet drove into the manor.」
It gradually stopped in front of the fountain. Charlie River respectfully opened the car door, and a handso man, exuding an aristocratic aura, stepped out.
Minimus Hart led the maids, and the butler led the servants. They all bowed. "Welco ho, Young Master."
Thomas Shannon didn’t glance sideways, his handso face cold and stern. He raised his hand to unbutton his shirt. "Where is the little maniac?"
"Young Master, the little maniac is upstairs," the butler said.
Thomas Shannon nodded and quickly went upstairs, with Charlie River following him.
Minimus Hart was thoughtful. After hesitating for a few seconds, she also followed them upstairs. Thomas Shannon was looking for Sophie Sullivan the mont he returned; there must be sothing urgent...
Inside the bedroom, the person and the cat were both sleeping peacefully. Harry’s snores were clear and rhythmic. With his little belly exposed, even his private parts were visible.
Thomas Shannon ca to the end of the bed and picked up Harry with one hand.
Startled awake, Harry shivered all over, bared his teeth fiercely, and prepared to bite.
"Harry," Thomas Shannon’s sinister voice sounded.
Harry’s neck instantly recoiled, and his round eyes glazed over.
He let out a pitiful OW and cowered.
Thomas Shannon sneered and walked out, carrying him.
Harry’s paws flailed helplessly in the air as he cried out innocently and pitifully, not expecting to be disdained by his master.
"Get out."
Thomas Shannon tossed him out the door and rcilessly shut it.
Harry did a flip in the air and landed steadily on the ground. His chubby, round body trembled. "OW."
Thomas Shannon approached the bedside and looked down at Sophie Sullivan. She was still asleep, and even in her sleep, her brow was slightly furrowed.
Is she having an unhappy dream?
He sat down at the bedside, reached out, and his slightly cool fingertips rested on her brow, gently smoothing out her frown.
"Sophie Sullivan... you really are naughty."
The man’s cold voice murmured.
He wondered how William Guillen’s investigation was progressing, if there had been any developnts. Thomas Shannon got up and left the bedroom.
He had only taken a few steps when he heard a scream from the cloakroom.
His brows furrowed fiercely. In a mont, a servant ran out of the cloakroom in a panic. "Sothing’s wrong..."
"What happened?" Thomas Shannon’s voice was chilling, his expression frosty.
His sharp eyes swept over the panic-stricken servant.
Seeing Thomas Shannon, the servant hurriedly stopped, patted his chest, and said hastily, "Young Master, it’s Raina Bell... Raina Bell fainted."
Why is Raina Bell here?
Thomas Shannon pressed his thin lips together tightly and strode towards the cloakroom. The servant dutifully made way.
In the cloakroom, Raina Bell lay unconscious in a pool of blood. Her face was ghastly pale from excessive blood loss.
The iron and ironing board were knocked over on the ground, and shirts were scattered everywhere.
"What happened here?" Thomas Shannon turned, his cold eyes locked on the servant.
The servant waved his hands helplessly. "Young Master, I don’t know what happened... I ca in to clean the cloakroom, and I didn’t expect... I didn’t expect to see Raina Bell injured on the ground."
The panic and shock on the servant’s face could not be faked.
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