Leaning against Thomas Shannon's chest, she lacked even the strength to speak.
"How long will it take for the medicine to work?"
Thomas Shannon turned his head to look at the doctor.
"Half an hour..."
"You get out." Thomas Shannon withdrew his gaze impatiently.
The doctor, as if granted amnesty, hastily grabbed his medical box, retreated two steps, and turned to leave.
He wanted to lay the maniac in his arms down to rest, but he hesitated upon seeing the stain on the bedsheet, his eyes fixed on it.
Finally, he took a deep breath, lifted Sophie Sullivan in a bridal carry, and moved her from the bed. He called a servant to change the bedsheet.
He looked down at Sophie Sullivan in his arms. Her breathing had grown faint. "What are you going to do about this?" he asked.
Confused, Sophie Sullivan lifted her eyelids and looked at him.
