On the extended Lincoln, Sophie Sullivan lay down, her head resting on Thomas Shannon's legs.
She closed her eyes, her breath somewhat warm.
Thomas Shannon lowered his head, placing a hand on her forehead, "Is it a fever?"
Sophie kept her eyes closed and did not speak, appearing extremely fatigued...
Her frail appearance made Thomas' heart ache intensely.
He wished he could bear all her pain, just hoping she could be well.
It was already early morning, yet the manor remained brightly lit, like a luxurious golden Royal Palace.
The Lincoln convoy gradually stopped in front of the fountain, the car door opened, and Thomas Shannon carried the drowsy Sophie out of the car, and the doctor in the medical office had already been notified in advance and was there on standby.
Returning to the bedroom, Thomas undressed Sophie and changed her into a comfortable silk nightgown before opening the door to let the doctor in for a check-up.
