Chapter 1376 - 1378: Fennie, Will You Talk to Me?

"Today?!" Thomas Shannon paused, his expression immediately darkening, "Such an important matter, why wasn’t I informed?!"

"I’m sorry, Young Master, it was my negligence."

Thomas Shannon let out a cold snort and quickly walked out.

Hospital.

The emergency treatment wasn’t over yet, and William Guillen’s situation was still unknown for the moment.

Thomas Shannon stood at the end of the corridor, furrowing his brows as he smoked, cigarette butts littered the ground by his feet.

The nurse trembled slightly, daring not to approach and stop him.

More than two hours later, the door of the Emergency Room opened, and a comatose William Guillen was pushed out by the doctor and nurse.

Thomas Shannon crushed the cigarette butt with the tip of his shoe and quickly stepped forward, "How is William?"

The doctor pulled down his mask, "Young Master Shannon, Young Master Guillen is not seriously harmed, he just fainted due to emotional distress. Resting more and keeping a calm mood is enough."

Thomas Shannon nodded and followed the nurse to take William Guillen into the ward.

Sitting at the bedside, looking at William Guillen’s pale face, Thomas Shannon learnt about today’s events from Charlie River.

William Guillen attempted to interrupt the wedding but failed, and was instead beaten by the Zane Family’s bodyguard.

He collapsed at the wedding scene because he couldn’t bear the shock.

"Young Master, have some water." Always smoking, how can his throat handle it?

Thomas Shannon accepted the water cup, took a sip, and looking at William Guillen now, his heart was filled with emotions.

At that time, Fluffy Zane was chasing after him, he kept her a thousand miles away, and who would have thought that now their roles have reversed.

Fluffy Zane became the one who coldly rejected, while he started to entangle relentlessly.

Cherishing those in front of you, that’s what’s most important.

Thinking of this, Thomas Shannon thought of Sophie Sullivan far away in Country F...

She repeatedly contacted Liam Donald, repeatedly provoked him; the more she wanted to be alone with Liam, the more he blocked her.

Like a guerrilla warfare, the two were evenly matched.

He wouldn’t relent, nor would she compromise.

It was already late and quiet night, in the ward, it was so quiet that only the dripping sound of the IV drip could be heard.

At this moment, he exceptionally missed Sophie Sullivan.

Wanted to hold her, wanted to hear her speak.

Wanted to kiss her, wanted to tell her he missed her.

Longing burst out like a fierce beast, once unleashed, it couldn’t be controlled ever again.

Thomas Shannon got up, said to Charlie River: "Watch over William, I’m going out for some air."

"Yes, Young Master."

Leaving the ward, Thomas Shannon went downstairs, came outside the hospital, the cold wind of late night blew inexplicably carrying a chill.

He felt cold, not just physically, but more from within his heart.

Taking out his mobile phone, hesitating, he finally dialed the telephone.

What’s she up to at this hour?

Having breakfast?

Sophie Sullivan stayed up late watching dramas, she almost slept in the late night, amid the haze, she heard the mobile phone ring.

She closed her eyes, randomly reaching her hand and grabbing the mobile phone, answered it, "Hello..."

"Fennie..."

Hearing her weak voice, Thomas Shannon guessed she probably wasn’t fully awake yet.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Sophie Sullivan’s sleepiness immediately faded half away, she opened her eyes, her brain was blank for a few seconds, "Thomas Shannon?"

"Fennie." Thomas Shannon sighed silently, "I miss you."

Sophie Sullivan remained silent.

"Talk to me, will you?"

"..." Sophie Sullivan sleepily closed her eyes, her cheek rubbed against the smooth pillow.

"Fennie, you won’t even say a word to me?" Thomas Shannon began to doubt himself, has he really pressed her too hard?

"Hmm?" Sophie Sullivan replied lazily.