Sophie and Lucifer took their seats. Thomas Shannon, his face gloomy, pulled out a chair and sat on Sophie's other side.
Sophie sat uncomfortably between the two dangerous individuals.
Lucifer and Thomas Shannon's presence was too strong. She couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.
One side felt as warm as spring, the other bitingly cold.
Being sandwiched between them, Sophie was truly tormented.
After breakfast, Sophie expressed her concerns. "I've been missing for one day and one night. If Frank Mitchell can't find me, he'll definitely target Old Mr. Standford. So, we must find a way to save him."
Lucifer looked curious. "Cecilia Branford, who's Old Mr. Standford?"
"He's the doctor who performed my facial restoration surgery."
Lucifer reached out, his fingertips gently caressing Sophie's face. "So, he's the doctor who restored Cecilia Branford's beauty?"
SLAP!
A crisp sound.
Lucifer's hand was hit by an apple.
