There's still some time before the surgery, so why don't you eat something instead of starving to go to the medical office with the maniac!
Upon arriving at the medical office, George Stanford was still in his office.
Sophie Sullivan knocked on the door and pushed it open. George Stanford looked up, saw Sophie Sullivan, and chuckled, "Fiona, wasn't the surgery scheduled for 10 o'clock? Why are you here so early?"
The corner of Sophie Sullivan's mouth twitched. "Didn't I tell you not to call me Fiona?"
"But the name Fiona fits your temperament surprisingly well."
"What kind of ridiculous aesthetic is that!" Sophie Sullivan fumed. What's wrong with my temperament? Is it really that unrefined?
Sophie Sullivan turned to Thomas Shannon, a hint of defiant stubbornness in her eyes. "Thomas Shannon, tell me, is my temperament terrible?"
"Not at all."
