"Young Master, are you alright?"
Charlie River immediately picked up the telephone on the tabletop and called the medical office, "Come to the Young Master's study room immediately, hurry!"
The doctor rushed over from the medical office, and by the time he arrived, Thomas Shannon's headache had already eased quite a bit.
The painkiller he took earlier was beginning to take effect.
"Young Master, when did the headache start?" The doctor conducted an examination and inquired.
When did it start?
Thomas Shannon pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to ease the pain, it probably started at the Mosul Sea, when Sophie Sullivan fell off the cliff.
The headache struck without warning and grew stronger each time.
His brain was filled with chaotic images, flashing by like a silent film, frame by frame rapidly passing before his eyes.
It happened so fast that it caught him off guard, eager to grasp something, but in the end, it was all in vain.
