The smell of disinfectant mingled with the scent of gardenia flowers wafted into Sophie Allen’s nostrils.
Sophi slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a swath of white.
Is this... a hospital room?
But she had never seen a hospital room with such luxury - it didn’t seem like a hospital at all.
Besides color matching that of a hospital, the rest of the facilities... didn’t quite fit.
She made an estimate; the bed she was lying on was around two meters, with a huge floor-to-ceiling window to the left of the bed. The curtains were drawn, making it impossible to determine whether it was day or night.
To her right was a nightstand with a large bouquet of gardenia flowers, still wet with dew - they had probably just been picked.
Not far away was a set of leather sofas and a tea table, visibly of considerable value.
Directly facing her was a massive LCD television, next to that was a cabinet.
She could see through the glass of the cabinet, that it was filled with food, presumably snacks and supplements.
What... what place is this?
Sophie tried hard to remember.
Before she fainted, it seemed she saw a ray of light, within which was the figure of a person.
She was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally, and fainted before she could get a good look at the person.
Was it that person who saved her?
Sophie got up and walked to the window, lifted the curtain, it was dark outside. The city was luxurious under the neon lights, full of extravagance.
She looked up at the clock on the wall, it was past ten in the night.
Had she been unconscious for a whole day and night?
She had been asleep for so long, it’s no wonder she felt refreshed.
Sophie walked to the door, opened it, and began walking down the hallway. The floor was carpeted, so even without shoes, she didn’t feel the cold.
Chandeliers, bathing the corridor in a warm, yellow glow, hung from the ceiling.
Sophie surveyed her surroundings, when suddenly a voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Look! Sister is awake!"
Jordan Thompson was excited, running towards her, and was quickly at Sophie’s side.
Sophie turned and looked at him, eyes full of surprise. It’s Jordan. Follow current novels on novel⦿fire.net
It seemed to come back to her, the person who had come to rescue her last night, was ostensibly him.
Did it mean that she’s not dead, that she’s still alive and well?
Before Sophie could register, Jordan had taken her hand, gently assisting her downstairs and helping her sit down on the soft, comfortable sofa.
Immediately, a group of people swarmed around Sophie, causing her to feel a little uneasy.
"I’m sorry, where is this...?"
Sophie carefully glanced at about a dozen people before her, feeling puzzled, she softly inquired.
"Charlotte, my dear child, I’ve finally found you. From now on, we’ll protect you, no one will be allowed to bully you again."
The speaker was an aged man, perhaps eighty, with somewhat graying hair, his face bore the marks of time, yet his attire was right, his entire persona emanated the air of a courteous noble.
Besides him, there were four middle-aged men, and seven young men slightly older than her, and then there was Jordan, who was younger than her.
Thirteen men surrounded her, which unnerved Sophie.
"Who... are you all?"
Sophie widened her eyes, utterly perplexed.
The old man sat down beside Sophie, giving her a gentle smile, "Charlotte, my name is Jason Thompson, currently the head of the Thompson family, and your grandfather."