Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 712 - 715: Follow me, I won’t let you down

George Stanford turned, scowling. "Fiona, I’m treating your face out of kindness, and you’re trying to drag me down with you?"

What kind of person is Young Master Shannon? She ran off, and that’s her business, but why is she trying to drag me down too? This ’you run, I chase’ game between the young couple is just their idea of fun. If I actually helped her, Young Master Shannon naturally wouldn’t punish *her*. Then wouldn’t I be the one to suffer as the scapegoat? No, no, no!

George Stanford shook his head vigorously. "I refuse!"

His three words were resolute and powerful, striking with force.

Sophie Sullivan glared at him. "Old Mr. Standford, keep your voice down. Walls have ears."

It’s possible Thomas Shannon had instructed a nurse to eavesdrop outside the door. With that loud voice of his, did he want everyone to know I’m planning to escape?

After Sophie’s reminder, George Stanford shot her a resentful glare. He reluctantly returned to the bedside and sat down, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression a clear display of ’I am being cold, and I am refusing you.’

"To tell you the truth, I’m leaving this time, and I plan to take you with me." Sophie looked directly at him, her gaze resolute.

Even if he doesn’t want to leave, I have to take him. If I leave him behind, he’ll become leverage for Thomas Shannon to threaten me. I have to guard against that. Besides, once Old Mr. Standford finishes restoring my face, I’ll send him back to Country A. By then, things will have blown over, and Thomas Shannon won’t be too hard on him.

George Stanford stared. "Fiona, you don’t seem to be the Fiona I know."

"Old Mr. Standford, I’m doing this for your own good. If you stay, Thomas Shannon will definitely take his anger out on you. At that time, I don’t want you to be implicated because of me."

"Then don’t leave," George Stanford said, trying to dissuade her. "I think Young Master Shannon quite likes you."

Sophie snorted coldly and remained silent. It’s true that Thomas Shannon likes me. But he’s also hurting me at the same time. No one can accept being hit with a stick and then given a sweet date, especially when it happens over and over. I can’t stand it, and I don’t want to stay by his side, suppressing myself any longer. The urge to leave has never been stronger. Right now, it’s erupting like a volcano! Everything is planned; I can’t allow a single mistake.

"Fiona, have you really thought this through?"

"This is a decision I’ve considered very carefully."

"You’re really leaving?"

"I’m really leaving."

Sophie’s gaze was resolute. George Stanford anxiously rubbed his chin. This is bad, he thought. Really bad. If Fiona leaves, Young Master Shannon will definitely be furious when he finds out. At that time... I’ll certainly be implicated.

As George Stanford’s mind raced, Sophie, thinking he was reconsidering, said, "Old Mr. Standford, don’t worry. If you come with me, I won’t treat you unfairly. You can do whatever you want, boldly. When things quiet down in the future, if you want to return to Country A, I’ll send you back."

"Let me think about it... Let me think some more..."

George Stanford got up and left the room.

Harry, who had been shut outside the door, fussed at it for a while before proudly slipping in when George Stanford left. With a leap, he jumped onto the bed and approached Sophie.

Sophie was leaning against the head of the bed. Seeing Harry, she gently pinched his ears. "Harry, after this..."

I wanted to say we wouldn’t be able to see each other again after this, Sophie thought. But as the words reached the tip of her tongue, she swallowed them back. Never mind. Why bother saying goodbye to a cat? It wouldn’t understand anyway. I just need to prepare more dried small fish for him before I leave.