The term "white-eyed wolf" was probably what Charlie River had repeated most tonight.
Sophie Sullivan took a deep breath, went to the bedside, and reached out to take over from Charlie River. "Let me do it."
Charlie River snorted coldly. "At least you have some conscience."
Sophie unbuttoned Thomas Shannon's shirt, her fingertips brushing against his scalding chest.
It felt as if she had been struck by an electric current.
The tingling sensation spread from her fingers all the way to her Heart.
It was a strange sensation. Sophie subconsciously withdrew her hand, while Charlie River, still beside them, complained, "Hurry up! Can't you see the Young Master is uncomfortable?"
Sophie's face flushed inexplicably, and she growled in annoyance, "Can you shut up?"
Charlie River: "..."
If it weren't for the Young Master, I would have dragged her out and taught her a lesson, he thought.
"I can take care of him here. You can go now," Sophie said.
