In the spacious corridor, men in black stood on both sides. From a distance, Sophie Sullivan saw Charlie River standing at the bedroom door.
"Maniac, you're finally back." Charlie's voice held a hint of suppressed excitement.
He walked over quickly. In his urgency, he seemed to want to grab her arm; he reached out but suddenly withdrew his hand.
"Young Master is in a coma. Go and see him!"
Sophie furrowed her brows. "What happened to Thomas Shannon?"
"The Young Master was injured in a car accident and has been unconscious ever since..." Charlie looked at her meaningfully. "The Young Master knew someone had tampered with the car, yet he wouldn't allow us to slow down. He said... he said..."
This was the first time Sophie had seen Charlie so hesitant and tongue-tied.
She frowned, her cold gaze fixed on him. "What did Thomas Shannon say?"
"The Young Master said that since you want to vent your anger, he'll let you."
