"And the awareness to protect your face at all times."
If she didn't even have this sense of self-protection, it would be futile no matter where she lived.
George Stanford's words were like an invisible slap, fiercely hitting her face.
Sophie Sullivan felt a burning pain on her face, filled with shame.
"What, still want to glare at me?" George Stanford crossed his arms, his imposing air on full display as he scowled at her.
Sophie Sullivan deflated and chose not to argue with him. "Old Mr. Standford, can't I really stay in the medical office?"
This tone of weakness. This pitiful expression...
George Stanford was stunned for a moment. Something was off. Very off! This wasn't Fiona's style. She was like a fighting rooster, always ready to pounce and peck someone. This harmless demeanor now was truly startling.
George Stanford eyed her suspiciously, leaning back in his chair. With a push of his legs, the chair slid back some distance. "Alright, what tricks are you up to now?"
