Chapter 100: Dare to talk back?

Soon, another doctor arrived in the medical office. He administered a sedative to Sophie Sullivan, applied medicine to her forehead, and was then severely scolded by Thomas Shannon.

The scolding largely consisted of accusations: he was an incompetent quack, a good-for-nothing, a waste of space! His existence was a waste of food and a pollution to the air!

The doctor stood in terrified silence, trembling slightly with his head bowed, not daring to utter a sound as the Young Master vented his anger.

Finally, when Young Master Shannon's fury had mostly subsided, a cold "Get out!" was spat from his thin, sexy lips. As if granted a grand amnesty, the doctor hastily grabbed his medical box and scrambled away.

Sophie Sullivan lay quietly in bed, her eyes closed, the medicine already applied to her forehead.

The man's slender fingers, with their well-defined joints, were fair and clean. They gently caressed her cheek.

"You little maniac... Heh."