Chapter 302: Chapter 304: Do I have any other choices?
Eager to have her face healed, Sophie Sullivan had already quickly agreed, "No problem! Let’s have the surgery tomorrow!"
Her excitement was evident.
Unconsciously, she grabbed Thomas Shannon’s arm with one hand. She craned her neck slightly, her eyes, bright as stars, filled with anticipation as she looked at George Stanford.
It seemed the damage to half of her face was truly driving her mad.
That’s why she was so excited, so desperate to have her face healed.
George Stanford said quietly, "Fiona, I was asking Young Master Shannon, not you."
The implication was that her words didn’t count, and only Young Master Shannon’s decision mattered. Sophie was in such a great mood that she didn’t even get angry when Old Mr. Standford called her Fiona. She turned her head to look at Thomas Shannon.
Her petal-like lips, beautiful in color, curved up at the corners in an alluring arc. "Thomas, do you have any objections?"
Thomas Shannon gently pushed her head back a bit, as she had leaned too close, and then carefully examined the surgical plan.
After the surgery, her face would require at least a two-week recovery period.
During those two weeks, her face would have to be wrapped in medical gauze.
The number of surgeries would depend on how well her face healed.
If the results were ideal, the number would decrease.
If they weren’t, the number would increase.
The ultimate goal, whether the number of surgeries decreased or increased, was to restore her cheek to its original state.
"You will have to wear gauze for at least two weeks. Can you accept that?" Thomas Shannon closed the folder, looked up, and asked in a deep voice.
Sophie was startled. After a few seconds, she laughed. "Do I have any other choice?"
Aside from accepting the surgery, did she have any other choice?
Since the recovery period after the surgery was inevitable, she could only accept it.
To regain her appearance, never mind two weeks, she could even accept two months!
She had to restore her appearance; two weeks was nothing!
Thomas Shannon raised his hand and patted her head. The warm, dry palm seemed to contain infinite strength. Its touch was like a sedative, easily calming her.
"Alright, let’s start the surgery tomorrow."
George Stanford said with a beaming smile, "Fiona, eat whatever you want tonight. After the surgery, you’ll need to follow dietary restrictions."
Watching George Stanford leave, Sophie was thrilled. She slowly raised her hand, stroking her own face.
Suddenly, she laughed foolishly to herself.
Her face was about to be restored... That was wonderful!
Excitedly, she flung her arms around Thomas Shannon’s neck. "Thomas, I’m having surgery tomorrow!"
Her soft body, carrying a faint, pleasant scent, pressed into his embrace. Thomas Shannon’s heart fluttered for a moment before he raised his hand and gently patted her back twice. "Mm-hmm."
"I can’t wait for my face to recover!"
"Mm-hmm."
"Thomas, if my face recovers, will you like me even more?"
Thomas Shannon chuckled lightly but did not answer.
It was an obvious trap, and he wouldn’t fall for it.
Sophie pouted. This man was so guarded.
Was it really so difficult for him to admit he liked her?
Although her previous goal had been to conquer Thomas Shannon, now that she actually had, she hesitated.
If Thomas Shannon ever found out she was just using him, would he be furious? Would he kill her in a fit of rage to vent his anger?
An image of Thomas Shannon’s brutal side flashed in her mind, and Sophie couldn’t help but shudder. She told herself not to feel burdened by it.
Besides, she had already compensated him with her body, and Thomas Shannon, in turn, had gotten what he wanted from her.