Thomas Shannon lowered his gaze, looking at Sophie Sullivan, who was particularly well-behaved and adorable after the surgery, hoping she would always maintain this proactive and self-aware attitude.
"Of course I can."
Thomas Shannon held her chin with one hand, scrutinizing her face. "Did you take the medicine?"
"I did." The gauze hadn't been removed, and the surgical wound still hurt faintly.
Old Mr. Standford told her to take painkillers, and Sophie took them on time, which also alleviated her pain.
After taking the medicine, she basically couldn't feel the pain anymore.
Thomas Shannon released his hold and patted her back. Sophie reached out with her tender index finger, poking his chest, "What were you thinking about just now, zoning out by yourself?"
"Bay King said he'll bring Linda over for a meal tomorrow."
Sophie's hand paused in its movement. Edward Benson was bringing Linda over?
She looked up, examining the slightly gloomy man, "Did you agree to that?"
