Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 725: Chapter 728: How Did You Get Here?

She raised her hand, wanting to touch her face but hesitating, the pain causing a vulnerable film of tears to well in her eyes.

”Cecilia Branford, don’t move.”

Lucifer held her chin, lowered his head, and confidently examined her wound.

After a while, Lucifer let out a sigh of relief. ”It’s fine, the scab hasn’t been rubbed off.”

”That’s good.” Sophie Sullivan also breathed a sigh of relief. If the scab had been rubbed off, it would have left a scar.

”Didn’t Dr. Stanford give you any medicine?”

Sophie Sullivan shook her head. ”No.”

Knowing how precious her face was to her, Lucifer called a doctor to examine her, just to be safe.

The doctor examined her carefully, then shook his head. ”Your Highness, the medicine used on Miss Cecilia Branford’s facial wound is different from those available on the market.”

Sophie Sullivan recalled George Stanford’s words. ”The medicine applied to the wounds on my face is specially formulated.”

”That’s right.” The doctor nodded. ”Miss Cecilia Branford, we dare not prescribe any medication for you before we understand the constituents of this medicine. We hope you understand.”

”It’s okay, as long as the wound is fine.”

Lucifer stood by, his tall figure emanating an innate elegance and oppressiveness. ”It won’t affect the wound’s recovery, will it?”

”Your Highness, it’s still in the scabbing stage, so we can’t say for certain. We can only wait until the scab falls off to see the extent of the recovery.”

Lucifer’s handsome brow furrowed tightly. He waved his hand, not wishing to hear any more.

The doctor bowed, retreated two steps, then turned and left.

Gaby lay on the sofa, occupying more than half of it. Sophie Sullivan held its head and sighed softly, ”It’s my fault... I left in such a hurry that I didn’t ask Old Mr. Stanford for the medicine.”

”Don’t worry.”

Lucifer comforted her gently, ”I’ll have Derek Clark find a way to get the medicine from Dr. Stanford.”

「Deep at night.」

The black Lincoln Fleet, like an enraged dragon in the dark night, sped brazenly into the manor.

The fleet stopped in front of the fountain. Charlie River got out first and opened the rear passenger door.

The handsome and noble man stepped out of the car, his expression cold, exuding an unapproachable aura.

”Welcome home, Young Master.”

The butler, having received the news early in the morning, led the servants and maids. They stood in formation, bowing to welcome Thomas Shannon’s return.

At the head of the maids, he saw a familiar face.

Raina Bell shuddered and lowered her head even further. ”Young Master...”

Thomas Shannon paused, his eyes turning icy and sharp as if piercing her. ”What are you doing here?”

Raina Bell’s voice trembled uncontrollably. ”Young Master, wasn’t it you... who let me out?”

She had been locked in the dark cell. Wasn’t it he who had allowed her out?

Thomas Shannon sneered, then turned his head to Charlie River. ”I don’t want to see her. Charlie, you handle it.”

”Yes, Young Master.” Charlie River waved his hand. Two men in black stepped forward, grabbed Raina Bell by each arm, and dragged her away.

Raina Bell, already covered in injuries, was dragged away so roughly that she moaned incessantly in pain. Through tear-filled eyes, she screamed, ”Young Master, I’ve done nothing wrong! Please, don’t punish me!”

Thomas Shannon looked at the butler with cold eyes. ”Who allowed her to be here?”

”Young Master, you released her from the dark cell. I thought... I thought you had already forgiven her and allowed her to resume her original post.”

”A fine assumption you made!”

Furious, Thomas Shannon kicked out violently, his strike merciless and cruel.

The butler was sent flying, landing hard on the ground. He clutched his abdomen, his body curling up in pain.