The doctor felt a headache whenever he saw Sophie Sullivan. This was already the third time today.
After an examination, there were no serious injuries, just a soft tissue contusion. It was not a big problem.
Thomas Shannon grabbed her cheek with one hand and said coldly, "Behave."
Who had insisted on tormenting her?
And now he had the nerve to blame her for not behaving?
Thomas Shannon went into the bath chamber. With the sound of water splashing, Sophie got up by herself and lay down on the bed.
Her body still felt uncomfortable. The fall just now had indeed hurt her.
Sophie, now subdued, lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and rested.
From the bathroom, Thomas Shannon left the bedroom and went to the study room.
As soon as he opened the file, Charlie River came in.
"Hmm?" Thomas Shannon did not look up, his gaze fixed on the file.
Charlie River stepped forward to the front of the desk. "Frank Mitchell is back, and he met with Miss Shaw today."
The folder snapped shut.
Thomas Shannon looked up, his eyes dark and gloomy. "What did you say?"
Charlie River knew these were words he did not enjoy hearing.
But these were facts—undeniable facts.
"Frank Mitchell is back in Imperial City. Today, when Miss Shaw left the company, they met. I’m not sure if they had been in touch beforehand or if it was a coincidence."
For Frank Mitchell and Amelia Shaw, it felt unnatural to use the word "coincidence."
After all, they were once in love. If they claimed to have completely severed all contact, it would be hard to believe.
How small were the chances of meeting by accident in such a vast Imperial City?
Thomas Shannon sneered, a dark, hostile glint in his eyes. "Find out when Frank Mitchell came back and what his purpose is."
"Yes, Young Master!" Charlie River did not dare to delay and turned to leave.
He immediately got to work making arrangements and investigating.
The metal lighter lit the cigarette, smoke swirling around.
Thomas Shannon took a deep drag, his eyes dark as he stared at a certain spot, and he sneered.
Amelia Shaw had a nightmare.
Throughout the night, she was plagued by nightmares, sinking deeper and deeper into them, growing more and more exhausted.
Early in the morning, as soon as it was light, she woke up.
Sitting up, she took deep breaths. The nightmare had been so vivid that her fear extended beyond the dream.
Shaking her head, she covered her head with her hands. Amelia Shaw, stop thinking about it, don’t think about it anymore... It wasn’t your fault.
It wasn’t her fault. It was just an accident.
After panting for a while, she got up to wash up.
A new day began, and she wanted to forget yesterday’s incident.
And she needed to forget about seeing Frank Mitchell...
Sophie had woken up very early and felt a chill beneath her...
She sat up, lifted the silk quilt, and looked at the stain on the bedsheet with annoyance.
Raising her eyes, she sneakily glanced at Thomas Shannon, who was still sleeping soundly. She quickly got out of bed, opened the wardrobe, took out clean underwear and a skirt, and headed to the bath chamber.
With the bath chamber door shut, Thomas Shannon slowly opened his eyes and lifted the silk quilt.
Seeing the bloodstain on the bedsheet, his handsome face immediately darkened.
Women were such a hassle!
No longer feeling sleepy, he got up, tied the waistband of his sleep gown, opened the bedroom door, and called a servant to change the bedsheets.
Sophie came out after her bath and saw a servant standing at the bath chamber entrance, holding clothes in both hands. "Maniac," the servant said, "the Young Master wants you to wear these clothes."
"You’re going on a business trip with the Young Master."