Sophie Sullivan couldn't help but laugh again as she talked, holding the stair handrails, laughing so hard she could barely stand.
The doctors were on edge, this madman was adding fuel to the fire!
If Young Master didn't skin them, this matter wouldn't be concluded!
Thomas Shannon shot her a fierce glare with his cold eyes, then looked away, sitting down on the sofa. Sophie had laughed enough and caught her breath, before quickly coming to his side.
Just as she sat down next to him, Thomas Shannon shifted to the side, disdainfully.
Sophie refused to believe this, so she moved and moved, then sidled up to him again.
Thomas Shannon simply stood up and sat on the Opposite sofa.
Sophie was dumbfounded. Does he have to hold grudges like this?
So petty, not at all like a real man with grace and demeanor.
Sophie snorted. If she easily admitted defeat, then he might as well have won.
