Her mind was blank as she struggled to process the news.
The hospital was on fire... and it had happened after she left.
Did this mean that if I hadn't left the hospital, I would be in danger now?
Maybe, I might even die.
Sophie Sullivan looked helplessly at Thomas Shannon, anxiously gripping his arm. "What about George Stanford? Is he okay?"
Her primary concern now was George Stanford; if something happened to him, her face would be ruined.
So, George Stanford must be fine!
He absolutely must be!
Thomas Shannon's brows furrowed. He looked at the worried Sophie Sullivan with a complex gaze, his voice low and soothing, laced with a touch of reassurance. "I've already sent people to search for him. George Stanford isn't a fool; he should be able to escape unscathed."
This was only the best-case scenario. The worst outcome would be...
"Really?"
Sophie Sullivan still gripped his arm tightly, her voice soft and barely trembling.
Thomas Shannon nodded.
