CHAPTER 158: CHAPTER 158: THIS WAS PICKED UP BY HIM; IT BELONGS TO HIM

Afterwards, Sophie Sullivan collapsed onto the bed and fell soundly asleep.

Thomas Shannon leaned against the head of the bed, lit a cigarette, and his handsome face appeared blurred and ethereal through the smoke.

His brows remained furrowed with worry.

As if a tinge of melancholy never once left him.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

The bedroom door was knocked.

Thomas Shannon, with a cigarette in his mouth, put on his sleep gown and got out of bed.

He opened the bedroom door, and Charlie River was standing outside with a serious look on his face. "Young Master..."

He seemed hesitant to speak, as if he had some reservations.

"Go to the study room."

Charlie River sighed with relief. "Yes!"

After carefully closing the study door, Charlie River turned around and approached the desk.

Thomas Shannon stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and gazed at him with deep, profound eyes. "What is it?"

"Young Master, there’s an unknown power investigating the maniac."

The man’s narrow eyes narrowed menacingly, a dark glint flashing in their cold depths. "Who?"

"We haven’t found out yet, but the maniac’s photos have been leaked. Those people started investigating on Bali Island after seeing the maniac’s photos."

Charlie River explained slowly, "During her vacation on Bali Island, the maniac was captured in a photo by a photographer. Due to an unfortunate coincidence, the photo was hung in a bar. Those people saw the maniac’s photo, so they immediately began investigating from hotels on Bali Island. However, the maniac’s identity is a fake one. It would take some effort for them to investigate."

By that time, they could lead the trail in the wrong direction, letting them run in vain.

Asylum. Injury to her vocal cords. Disfigured face. Long-term sedative injections. A woman locked in an asylum, yet of sound mind—just that alone would raise suspicions.

Thomas Shannon never cared about the maniac’s past. The person he picked up was his. No matter who she was, she only had one identity now—his woman! However... if someone dared to try to take away what belonged to him, that would be another story.

"Go investigate who is looking for the maniac," Thomas Shannon ordered, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk.

The melancholy between his brows seemed to deepen.

"Yes, Young Master!"

Charlie River said, "I will immediately assign more people, and without alerting our quarry, we will find out who is secretly looking for the maniac."

Returning to the bedroom, Thomas Shannon squinted his eyes, gazing at the sleeping maniac.

His fingertips delicately stroked her face.

Her mask had fallen off, revealing a face that was half angel, half demon.

It was a mixture of terrifying beauty.

His fingertips traced the numerous crisscrossed scars on her face. Who could be so cruel as to ruin a woman’s face? Who is looking for her—enemy or relative?

Thomas Shannon quickly withdrew his hand, his cold eyes regaining their usual chill, and a cold, unbridled smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

No matter who it was, he would never hand over the maniac. She was the one he picked up; she was his.

That night, Amelia Shaw tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Her pillow was soaked with tears when she finally came downstairs the next day with red, swollen eyes.

As she sat on the sofa, lost in thought, she suddenly understood how Thomas Shannon had felt back then. Watching him be with another woman, just as he had watched her be with Frank Mitchell, felt the same. Back then, was he as heartbroken as she is now? Did he feel the same desperate pain? She understood and regretted her decision. She should not have abandoned him, rejected his love and kindness. She also realized that she was no longer pure and innocent, so he might feel unbalanced. In that case, let him vent and find balance with the maniac. She could pretend not to know anything, as if nothing had happened. He was still that Thomas Shannon, and she was still that Amelia Shaw. She wanted to give both of them a chance and didn’t want to miss it anymore.