CHAPTER 293: CHAPTER 295: THOMAS SHANNON, HE BULLIES ME!

SNAP.

The lighter ignited with a blue flame.

George Stanford choked. His pupils contracted, and he unconsciously reached out his hand. "Stop!"

"Are you going to call me that, or not?"

Sophie Sullivan looked at him smugly. She refused to believe she couldn’t get the better of Old Mr. Stanford!

George Stanford was furious. What she held in her hand, ready to burn, was his treasure!

The surgical knives in his hand scraped loudly. George Stanford said sinisterly, "Fiona, you don’t want that ugly face of yours treated, do you?"

If his treasure is gone, her ugly face is done for too!

She can just stay ugly for the rest of her life!

He won’t treat her anymore!

Sophie Sullivan was clearly stunned for a moment. What was Old Mr. Stanford saying?

Had he actually learned to make threats too?

"Old Mr. Stanford, people can’t go back on their word! You promised Thomas Shannon you’d treat my face. You can’t renege now."

"So what if I go back on my word? What are you going to do, bite me?"

George Stanford, having grasped her weakness, immediately leaned back against the head of the bed, unhurried.

The two surgical knives in his hand glinted, their cold light almost searing Sophie Sullivan’s eyes.

"Humph!" Sophie Sullivan threw down the medical record. "I’ll let it go this time. But next time, don’t you dare call me Fiona again, or I swear I’ll burn your medical records."

George Stanford swiftly snatched up his medical records and snorted provocatively twice. "Touch my precious medical records again, and I’ll make you regret it!"

What was this?

Her threat had failed, and now she was being threatened in return?

Sophie Sullivan, seething with frustration, left George Stanford’s room.

She stormed back to Thomas Shannon’s room. Thomas Shannon was playing with Harry, who was nestled obediently in his embrace. Seeing Sophie Sullivan enter, Harry merely let out a lazy meow by way of greeting.

"What’s wrong? You look furious."

"Thomas Shannon, Old Mr. Stanford bullied me!"

Sophie Sullivan puffed out her cheeks, looking as if she had suffered a terrible injustice. Her hands, clenched into fists at her sides, made her resemble a small child who, having been bullied outside, had run home crying to tell their parents.

The man’s long, slender fingers with their distinct joints gently stroked Harry’s fur. He lazily lifted his eyelids and asked with amusement, "How did Old Mr. Stanford bully you?"

"He refused to yield and wouldn’t call me beauty."

"Heh."

Thomas Shannon chuckled. Still not giving up, huh? What a stubborn mule.

"What are you laughing at?" Sophie Sullivan belatedly realized that he, too, was a prime culprit in refusing to acknowledge her as a beauty!

"Maniac, don’t try to force things, and don’t make people speak against their conscience, understand?"

Sophie Sullivan nodded, her brow furrowed tightly. "So, you think I’m ugly too?"

Thomas Shannon lowered his head. The smile playing on the corner of his mouth deeply stung Sophie Sullivan’s eyes and her fragile heart.

Harry, being petted by his master, let out a contented meow.

The scene was utterly harmonious.

Thomas Shannon still had his head lowered when a figure suddenly appeared before him. Sophie Sullivan had climbed onto the bed and moved to face him.

Her expression was serious, as if determined to get a clear answer, leaving him no room to evade. "Tell me, do you think I’m ugly too?"

In the instant their eyes met, Thomas Shannon seemed to glimpse the vulnerability hidden beneath her proud and willful demeanor.

Her outrageous demand to be called a beauty... in truth, she was hoping for validation, wasn’t she?

Naturally, she hoped for a complete recovery of her appearance.

"Not ugly."

Sophie Sullivan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, yet she didn’t feel genuinely happy. His tone and the look in his eyes seemed far too perfunctory.

It was as if he’d just said it casually, not because he genuinely thought she wasn’t ugly.