CHAPTER 287: CHAPTER 289: LET ME TELL YOU WHO I AM

Furrowing his eyebrows, he turned his face away. Why did it seem like she enjoyed the taste, but when he drank it, he didn’t?

"What’s wrong?"

Sophie Sullivan couldn’t guess his thoughts. Didn’t he want to drink it himself? And now that look of disgust on his face, what does that mean?

"Come closer."

Sophie Sullivan looked at him defensively. "You tell me first, what do you want to do in the end?"

So noisy!

Due to Thomas Shannon’s injury, despite so much delicious food, he could mostly only choose light dishes.

Sophie Sullivan was eating while also having to feed him; she was almost overwhelmed.

She sighed from exhaustion. "My hand is so sore..."

"Such a delicate thing," Thomas Shannon snorted coldly. "Charlie River, find a coach tomorrow to train her."

Her constitution is so poor; how will that do?

Charlie River immediately responded, "Young Master, what kind of coach are you referring to?"

Thomas Shannon’s gaze landed on Sophie Sullivan, openly sizing her up from head to toe. "Yoga."

"Yes, I understand, Young Master!"

Sophie Sullivan put down her spoon and protested, "Thomas Shannon, don’t make decisions for me without my consent, alright? I think I’m fine as I am now; there’s no need to practice those ridiculous things."

If she had the time, she would rather get her face treated and then find a way to recover her memory.

Taking a step back—10,000 steps, even—if she couldn’t recover her memory, she still wanted to find her family.

She wanted to find out the truth about her own background.

Thomas Shannon scoffed disdainfully. "Fine, you say? Riddled with all sorts of flaws, yet you seem quite proud of yourself."

"Tho-mas-Shan-non!"

"Don’t call my name. Who are you, anyway?"

Sophie Sullivan angrily slammed the bowl down on the bedside table. Without even turning her head, she yelled at Charlie River, "Charlie River, get out first!"

Charlie River, of course, wouldn’t leave. He was worried that if the little maniac went berserk, she might try to harm his Young Master.

Thomas Shannon shot an indifferent glance at Charlie River. "Get out."

"Yes, Young Master." Although Charlie River didn’t want to leave, he dared not disobey his Young Master’s command.

So, he had no choice but to take the servant with him, exit the ward, and pull the door closed behind them.

The room fell silent. Sophie Sullivan looked up, the smile at the corner of her mouth looking exceptionally wicked. "Thomas Shannon, you asked me who I was just now, didn’t you?"

"Let me tell you exactly who I am."

Her hand shot up, accurately seizing his neck.

Her movement was extremely fast, her grip firm yet controlled—a clear, threatening demonstration.

Thomas Shannon smiled nonchalantly. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Well, you’re the one who doesn’t know who I am."

"I’ll give you one chance. Let go."

Sophie Sullivan innocently withdrew her hand. "And who might you be?"

She had both released his neck and given herself stairs to descend. Such quick-wittedness was truly something else.

Thomas Shannon said appreciatively, "Clever girl."

His tone was pleased, as if praising a pet.