There was another possibility—she wasn't from Country A, and Sophie Sullivan was just another name for her.
Thomas Shannon had carefully observed Sophie. Her delicate features were both exquisite and three-dimensional. Her hazy eyes had very light-colored pupils, neither black nor amber.
They were grey.
Her light grey pupils and thick, long eyelashes, curled movingly.
Her beautiful, mesmerizing eyes, when she gazed at people, Aiden Rock made people feel sympathy for her from the bottom of their hearts.
Thomas Shannon sighed almost inaudibly. Nowadays, the only thing he could do was to start investigating from the asylum that, at that time, had burned to ashes in the fire.
Touching her face, the corner of Thomas Shannon's mouth hooked up slightly. "Such a poor little thing."
Sophie woke. She vaguely heard something about being pitiful. Lifting her eyelids and looking at Thomas Shannon in confusion, she asked, "What did you say?"
