Completely irrational, she looked at him as if he were a sworn enemy harboring a deep-seated hatred.
Thomas Shannon shoved her head away, and in the next second, Sophie Sullivan opened her mouth and bit him.
Her teeth clamped down hard on his palm, her eyes glinting with a defiant smile.
"Young Master!"
Seeing Thomas Shannon injured, Charlie River subconsciously raised his hand, ready to strike her with a knife-hand.
"Wait."
Thomas Shannon stopped Charlie River, his voice as deep and chillingly cold as ever.
A flicker of confusion crossed Charlie River's eyes. "Young Master..."
His duty was to protect the Young Master, to prevent anyone from harming even a hair on his head. But now, the injury had already happened. Why was he still protecting this little maniac?
The doctor, having heard the commotion, hurried in with his medical box. "Young Master, are you alright?"
Charlie River turned and growled, "What are you standing there for? The sedative!"
