Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 81: Can’t remember anything at all...

The buffet table was in chaos.

Porcelain shards were scattered everywhere, and all sorts of delicate food littered the ground.

The maniac lay on the ground, unconscious, with a shockingly bright red bloodstain at the corner of her mouth. frёeωebɳovel.com

Her white dress was stained with blood on the lapel, with specks of blood splattered across the chest.

The other socialites stepped back a few paces, terrified by the sight before them.

"Young Master, the maniac passed out," Charlie River reminded him.

Before he could finish speaking, Thomas Shannon had already darted forward.

He scooped the fallen maniac into his embrace, carefully avoiding the cut on her arm from the porcelain, and strode off with her.

Charlie River left a few men in black to investigate and immediately followed with the others.

After getting into the car while holding the unconscious Sophie Sullivan, Thomas Shannon’s eyes hardened. "To the hospital!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

On the way, Thomas Shannon held the unconscious Sophie Sullivan, his stern brows deeply furrowed, an irresolvable gloom clouding his features.

「...」

Her head hurt; her body hurt.

Every inch of her ached.

The pain woke Sophie Sullivan. As she slowly opened her blurry, beautiful eyes and saw Thomas Shannon sitting by her bedside, she froze for a moment.

Where is this? Why is he here?

Her consciousness began to return at an extremely slow pace, and she remembered what had happened one second before she passed out.

Blood...

She had vomited blood.

At that time, she had just taken a bite of mousse cake when she felt a strange sensation in her throat. Then, without warning, a mouthful of sweet, metallic-tasting blood gushed out.

After vomiting blood, her vision darkened, and in that brief moment, she lost all consciousness.

"Awake?" Thomas Shannon’s narrow eyes slightly squinted, his deep, probing gaze studying her.

"Young Master, what happened to me?"

Am I ill?

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed together. He was silent for a moment before asking, "At the asylum, did anyone inject you with any medicine?"

"It should be a sedative..."

In Sophie Sullivan’s limited memory, the sinister woman at the asylum, dressed in a white lab coat, always injected her with sedatives.

As a result, she spent most of her time there in a drowsy stupor.

"Think again, carefully."

From Thomas Shannon’s gaze, Sophie Sullivan knew that the matter was not as simple as she thought.

"Is it serious?"

Thomas Shannon said nothing, his gaze profound.

Sophie Sullivan let out a long sigh and looked at the ceiling. "I can’t remember anything at all..."

"Then don’t think about it. Get some rest."

Leaving the bedroom, Thomas Shannon went to the study room.

Charlie River and the doctor were already waiting there.

He walked straight to the boss chair in front of the desk, sat down, and lit a cigarette. "Tell me, what’s going on."

"Young Master," the doctor said, "the poison in the maniac’s system is a bit tricky. I need more time to research it."

The hospital visit had yielded no results.

Thomas Shannon could only have Sophie Sullivan returned to the castle, where the doctor in the medical room examined her again, but there was still no progress.

Vomiting blood and fainting for no apparent reason... there must be something suspicious about this!

"How long?" The man’s handsome, sculpted features, illuminated by the light, seemed to carry a sharp edge.

His naturally imposing air emanated from him, making others afraid to look at him directly, let alone show any disrespect.

"A week if we’re quick, possibly half a month if it’s slow."

One week... half a month...

His slender, fair fingers tapped intermittently on the tabletop, his deep, husky voice betraying his impatience.