Chapter 1425 - 1427: What Goes Around Comes Around

"Breakfast is almost ready, the milk is already heated and now it’s keeping warm. Miss Cecilia Branford is awake; she can drink it anytime."

Thomas Shannon noticed the warm milk, grabbed a tray, and went upstairs with it.

The servants were aghast; is the Young Master going to personally attend to Miss Cecilia Branford?

Sophie Sullivan was sleeping soundly, suddenly feeling a sharp tug on her cheek. She was forced to open her eyes, drowsily looking at the person in front of her.

"Fennie, it’s time to wake up and have breakfast."

Slap.

Sophie left a claw mark on Thomas Shannon’s handsome face. She turned over, mumbling, "Let me sleep."

Who dares to disturb Miss Cecilia Branford’s sleep? They must be insane.

Pregnancy moods explode easily; Thomas Shannon suffered silently.

Seeing Sophie turn her back on him, Thomas Shannon had no choice but to sit at the bedside, playing with her silky hair with his long index finger. After a while, he grabbed her tiny hand, kneading and rubbing it in his palm.

Sophie suddenly turned around, lifted the quilt, and kicked him off the bed.

"Can’t you stop bothering me?"

At the instant Thomas Shannon was kicked off the bed, Gaby, who was sleeping on the ground, swiftly moved aside, making room for Thomas Shannon.

Climbing awkwardly from the carpet, Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes were filled with grievances, "Fennie, I just wanted to wake you up for breakfast, is that wrong?"

"Thomas Shannon, have you forgotten your servant identity? What servant dares to disturb their master’s rest like you do?"

Thomas Shannon was baffled, "Isn’t there one? Your house has one."

"Who?"

"Me."

Sophie shook her tender little feet, "Haven’t been kicked enough, huh?"

Her fresh little feet were so small that each toe was adorably round, with nails showing a healthy pink sheen.

Thomas Shannon grasped her foot with one hand, "Fennie, don’t be so irritable, the little baby might become ugly."

"You’re daring to curse my baby as ugly?"

Miss Cecilia Branford, who always prided herself on her looks, couldn’t permit anyone to call her little baby ugly.

Unbearable!

Just as Thomas Shannon was about to explain, Sophie grabbed the quilt and threw it at him, covering him. Then she started beating him up.

Thomas Shannon: "..."

You get what’s coming when messing around.

Probably all the previous bad treatment she endured accumulated inside her heart, erupting now.

The waking tantrum subsided.

Sophie, feeling refreshed, went into the restroom to wash up and headed downstairs, where the fragrant breakfast was already prepared.

Ever since becoming pregnant, Sophie has had a very good appetite, without nausea, and the little baby twins have been resilient, not leaving her because she lacks experience being a mother for the first time.

While Sophie was having breakfast, Thomas Shannon, out of habit, avoided her. In the main hall, Charlie River approached and reported, "Young Master, Liam Donald’s secretary said Liam is unavailable, Lucifer has already arranged to meet him."

"What does Lucifer want with Liam Donald?" Thomas Shannon frowned; damn it, how could he forget there’s still a stumbling block named Lucifer?

"Young Master, Lucifer probably thinks the same way you do."

During this special period, only if Liam Donald comes out to clarify, the issue can be resolved.

If Sophie stepped forward, the ~public~ opinion would only turn increasingly against her; no matter what she says, the civilians wouldn’t believe her.

Thomas Shannon felt the craving for a cigarette, instinctively reaching for one, but remembering Sophie’s pregnancy, he paused his action and gave up.

For the sake of his little baby, he’d better hold back.

"Go check where Lucifer and Liam Donald plan to meet."