Countless speculations filled her mind, but she couldn't verify any of them.
She could only wait until her face healed to slowly investigate her origins.
After watching the sunrise, the group descended the mountain.
Sophie couldn't understand what Thomas Shannon was up to.
If he supposedly still had lingering feelings for Amelia Shaw, then why was he always with her, Sophie, leaving Amelia sidelined?
And if he supposedly favored her, Sophie, then why did he, knowing full well she detested Amelia Shaw, deliberately let Amelia parade in front of her, just to aggravate her?
She found it harder and harder to figure him out.
After returning to the villa and having breakfast, Sophie unexpectedly received a call from Old Mr. Standford.
"Fiona, how does your face feel?"
Holding her mobile phone, Sophie had already grown tired of correcting his form of address. "It feels pretty good, and it doesn't hurt much anymore."
