Chapter 312: Chapter 314: Completely Lost to Him
George Stanford woke up from a nap, feeling refreshed.
He went to Sophie Sullivan’s room and saw many men in black guarding the door.
He hesitated for a moment, almost thinking he had entered the wrong room. Young Master Shannon wasn’t staying in the medical office anymore. This was indeed Fiona’s room.
He hadn’t gone to the wrong room...
"Mr. Standford, please come in."
The man in black knocked on the door and said to Sophie Sullivan inside the room, "Maniac, Mr. Standford is here."
George Stanford entered the room and saw Sophie Sullivan staring blankly at the ceiling with a lifeless look.
"Fiona, how are you feeling?"
George Stanford stood at the end of the bed and observed Sophie Sullivan closely. Sophie’s eyes moved before focusing on his face.
"Old Mr. Standford, why does it hurt so much?"
"Pain? Didn’t you already have a painkiller injection?"
Sophie Sullivan growled lowly, "The effect of one shot has worn off!"
"Oh, then have another one. If the pain is unbearable, continue with another injection," George Stanford said indifferently.
As if this was just an insignificant matter.
Sophie Sullivan’s head started to hurt, and she stared at him as if he were a quack, asking, "So you’re saying that I have to keep taking painkiller injections to stop this pain?"
"What else?" George Stanford spread his hands. "Do you have a better solution?"
Sophie Sullivan couldn’t stand it any longer and roared, "Old Mr. Standford, get out of here!"
"Fiona, that’s where you’re wrong. So quick to discard me after I’ve helped you? Don’t forget, you still have several surgeries..."
Sophie Sullivan was almost driven crazy by this nagging old man. She pressed her palms together. "Old Mr. Standford, please shut up! I beg you!"
"Look at that, calling me ’old man’ with every other breath. It’s really hard to stay cheerful."
"Mr. Standford, please, calm down! My head is hurting!"
George Stanford snorted haughtily. "Seeing you make such a fuss gives me a headache too. It’s going to hurt for a couple of days; just bear with it. If it’s too unbearable, get another painkiller injection."
Despite their bickering, George Stanford still reminded her.
Sophie Sullivan waved her hand weakly, utterly defeated. "Alright, I know."
After Thomas Shannon’s video conference, it was already two hours later.
Past 7 o’clock, the Chief Chef had prepared dinner, including a light dinner specially prepared for Sophie Sullivan.
"Young Master, dinner is ready. Would you like to eat now?" the butler asked.
"Yes, bring dinner to the medical office. I’ll eat with Maniac."
"Yes, Young Master."
Sophie was so hungry she felt like she was about to faint...
Footsteps were heard, and the greetings of the men in black came from outside the door.
Thomas Shannon pushed open the door, looked up, and met Sophie Sullivan’s resentful eyes.
He chuckled softly, "What’s wrong?"
Hadn’t dealing with those nurses and Amelia Shaw satisfied her?
Sophie Sullivan propped herself up on the bed with her arms and sat up. "I’m starving."
"Alright, dinner is coming right away."
The butler and servant brought in the delicious food and arranged it neatly on the tea table.
Without waiting for Thomas Shannon’s help, Sophie Sullivan quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She went to the sofa and sat down.
She picked up her chopsticks and was about to grab a piece of sweet and sour pork—
SLAP!
Her chopsticks were knocked out of her hand.
Sophie Sullivan watched with wide-open eyes as the piece of sweet and sour pork fell back into the bowl.
Anger. Pure, unadulterated anger!
Sophie Sullivan turned her head and glared at Thomas Shannon. "What on earth do you want?"
He starved me for so long, and now he won’t even let me eat!