Chapter 1105: Chapter 1107: Starting Today, You’re on Your Own
"What are you waiting for? Quickly give her a fluid transfusion!"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Thomas Shannon gave a low shout, and the doctor immediately responded repeatedly, not daring to delay for a moment, immediately preparing the fever-reducing medicine for her and giving her a fluid transfusion.
Sophie Sullivan’s high fever was aggressive and persisted throughout the night. The doctor didn’t dare to leave, and Thomas Shannon stayed by her side, afraid to close his eyes.
It wasn’t until the next morning that she finally woke up.
Opening her eyes, Sophie immediately felt uncomfortable all over, her internal organs felt hot and her throat was burning painfully, her eyes unbearably dry.
She saw Thomas Shannon sitting by the bedside, his eyes bloodshot, and was somewhat surprised.
"Awake?" Thomas Shannon saw her open her eyes and reached out to touch her forehead.
Sophie’s head instinctively avoided his hand, which stiffened in mid-air.
Thomas Shannon’s eyes dimmed, then he firmly turned her head and placed one hand on her forehead. The temperature had dropped significantly.
"What are you doing, don’t touch me."
"Sophie, if you keep acting up, I won’t care whether you live or die!"
He had stayed up all night for her, only to be told not to touch her.
It was truly ironic.
"Fine, don’t care then, anyway, you already can’t stand the sight of me and wish I would die sooner."
When people are provoked, they instinctively speak without thinking, knowing the other’s weak spot and stabbing at it relentlessly.
Feeling unwell, Sophie’s temper was inevitably more volatile. After saying this, she could clearly feel the air pressure around her immediately drop.
"I think it’s you who wants to die more, to get rid of me?"
Thomas Shannon sneered, standing up abruptly, looking at her with a gloomy expression, his thin lips speaking the most cold-blooded and heartless words, "As you wish, from today on, you’re on your own."
After saying that, he didn’t spare her another glance and turned to leave.
In the corridor, Charlie River was about to bring him breakfast when he saw Thomas Shannon, full of hostility, pull open the bedroom door and storm out.
"Young Master, you..." What’s the matter.
Thomas Shannon, not looking sideways, strode away, "Prepare the car!"
"Yes, Young Master!"
Charlie River handed the tray to the servant next to him, signaling him to take it in, and then immediately arranged to prepare the car.
The bedroom door opened, and Sophie sneered, "Didn’t you say to leave me to fend for myself, why come back?"
"Maniac, I left your breakfast here."
The servant’s voice caused Sophie to pause. She looked up and saw the servant holding the tray and placing it on the tea table, turning to leave.
"Where’s Thomas Shannon?" Sophie thought it was him who had come in.
The servant stopped in his tracks and said, "The Young Master has already left."
Left?
He just left like that?
What about her?
Sophie clenched her fist, damn Thomas Shannon, did he just leave? At least take her with him!
......
In the evening, Cheryl Chew returned to the manor from A University.
As soon as she got out of the car, she saw the familiar fleet, her lethargic expression immediately became lively, "Did Brother Shannon come back?"
Saying this, she quickly ran up the stairs and stepped inside the castle.
Seeing Thomas Shannon sitting on the sofa, holding Harry, gently smoothing its fur, Cheryl Chew excitedly ran over, "Brother Shannon, you’re back!"
Upon hearing this, Thomas Shannon raised his head, his eyes briefly glanced at her, and nodded, "Hmm."
Cheryl Chew was accustomed to Thomas Shannon’s indifference; his nature was inherently cool, and she was already used to it.
So she didn’t feel anything amiss. She sat down beside him and looked around, not seeing the maniac.
