Sophie Sullivan hung her head in annoyance and frustration, realizing he truly had a firm grip on her vital weakness.
She left the medical office and returned to the castle.
She locked herself in her bedroom, listlessly lying on the bed.
Damn Thomas Shannon! How hateful!
If I had known, I wouldn't have acted so impulsively or defied Thomas Shannon now.
With a sudden sit-up, she got out of bed and quickly ran into the restroom.
In the mirror, some of the scabs on her face had already fallen off, revealing pink scars.
Although these pink scars couldn't compare to a flawless complexion, they were a world of difference from the previous ugly sight of crisscrossing scars.
She was very satisfied with the results of the surgery. I believe George Stanford will restore my appearance, just as he promised.
But now... George Stanford has disappeared.
And I can't figure out Thomas Shannon's intentions either.
