In the darkness, Sophie Sullivan couldn’t see his face or guess what he was feeling at the moment. All she could do was rely on her hearing and the tone of his voice to paint a picture and make an educated guess. She wanted to ask him what he was feeling right now, but the word "why" came out instead. "What do you mean, ’why’?" Sophie, despite the pain on her face, asked, "Why did you save me and not Amelia Shaw?" "How do you think you ended up bound here?" Sophie knew it was Amelia Shaw’s doing, but... hadn’t he repeatedly protected Amelia Shaw before? "Amelia Shaw conspired with Frank Mitchell, who in turn collaborated with George Field. Consequently, her fate today is her own doing." Follow current novᴇls on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Uncharacteristically, Thomas Shannon offered her an explanation, dispelling her doubts. "So that’s how it is... You were protecting her before, just to find out who she was colluding with?" "You’re not hopelessly foolish, then." Sophie nodded again. "Then why have you been treating her so well these days?" He not only took her to watch the sunrise on the mountain but also accompanied her on the Ferris wheel. He was treating her unbelievably well! These were things reserved for couples. Yet, Thomas Shannon went out of his way to do all that with Amelia Shaw, giving her limitless hope and room for fantasies. "Without giving her hope and then letting her down, how would she have acted so quickly?" Essentially, it all stemmed from a woman’s jealousy. Thomas Shannon had played to her psychology, giving her a taste of sweetness and instilling hope. On the other hand, he showed extra care for the maniac, stirring Amelia Shaw’s jealousy. He had said it long ago—those who betrayed him would meet a terrible end. But Amelia Shaw chose to ignore his warning, teaming up with Frank Mitchell in an attempt to steal the K Group’s weapon design blueprints. In the darkness, Sophie couldn’t see Thomas Shannon’s expression, but she could sense his ruthlessness and heartlessness. Amelia Shaw’s death hadn’t left a scar on his heart. He wouldn’t grieve for her, not even for a moment. The pain in her face flared up again, and Sophie Sullivan was filled with deep worry. "Thomas Shannon..." "My face... it really hurts." Struggling to finish her sentence, she slipped back into unconsciousness. The maid, noticing Minimus Hart staring blankly, couldn’t help but ask with concern, "Sister Minnie, what’s wrong?" Minimus Hart snapped back to reality and quickly replied, "Nothing." She looked up towards the upper floor. "Has the medicine for the maniac been sent up?" "It has been sent up, just as the Young Master ordered." Minimus Hart nodded faintly and left the castle. Amelia Shaw never returned. Minimus Hart later learned from a bodyguard that Amelia Shaw was dead, killed in the explosion in City N. She still remembered that night, Thomas Shannon carrying the maniac, urgently calling for a doctor. She thought the maniac had become her formidable rival. With Amelia Shaw’s death, the three-way standoff had transformed into a brutal battle between the two of them. Her facial recovery was not progressing well, and George Stanford had been furious, losing his temper over it. Thomas Shannon removed his shirt. Charlie River took the medicine and began treating his wounds. His back bore numerous scars from protecting Sophie Sullivan. All were injuries sustained from the explosion and the subsequent collapse of the structure. When Charlie River and his men rescued the two from beneath the rubble, Sophie Sullivan had already lost consciousness; only Thomas Shannon remained conscious. Charlie River had wanted to rescue him immediately, but Thomas Shannon refused.