George Stanford was so candid that it was hard to find fault with him.
Though his words were not pleasant to hear, they were all reasonable.
Sophie Sullivan only found out later that her surgery had taken several hours.
She also knew that George Stanford had done his best to repair her face...
"Fine, Old Mr. Standford, I'll listen to you," Sophie Sullivan conceded, deciding to be more careful.
Moreover, Thomas Shannon would be back eventually. She just had to be more cautious during his absence, and everything should work out.
As she reassured herself, Sophie Sullivan's dejected expression was a glaring sight, stinging Thomas Shannon's eyes.
"Alright, there is another way for you to come with me," Thomas Shannon said lightly.
His steady and magnetic voice was like heavenly music to Sophie Sullivan's ears!
She suddenly looked up, hope replacing despair in her eyes. "Thomas Shannon, is there any other way?"
"Take the high-speed rail."
