Chapter 309: Chapter 311: This man, he should have been hers!
Amelia Shaw seemed a bit distracted. The maniac’s surgery was over, and Thomas Shannon had also returned.
With his return, she wondered, could she dare to assume that the maniac’s surgery went really well, and was a success?
If that was truly the case...
Amelia closed her eyes and clenched her fists. If that was truly the case, then she couldn’t tolerate the maniac at all! A maniac with a ruined face is already threatening enough to me. Once she recovers her looks, I might lose any chance to turn the tables.
Dull and motionless on the sofa, Amelia didn’t eat or drink, letting her mind go blank.
Minimus Hart carried in Harry, who had just been bathed and whose fur was meticulously groomed. Upon seeing Amelia, she subtly twitched the corner of her mouth. Amelia is still a bit too naive. The maniac was just having surgery, and she’s already lost her composure. How will she manage in the future? Still, her being a little foolish is also advantageous for me. Let the fool take the brunt of it; that way, I can save myself a lot of trouble.
"Where is the Young Master?"
The maid replied, "Sister Minnie, the Young Master is in the study upstairs having a video conference. He has given instructions that no one is to disturb him."
MEOW.
Harry struggled and jumped out of Minimus’s arms.
Minimus squatted down and put Harry on the floor. "I know you want to find the maniac, but she’s in the medical office right now. You can’t go and disturb her, understand, Harry?"
With a SWOOSH, Harry darted out.
Minimus shook her head and chuckled. "I’ve taken care of Harry for so long, yet he isn’t close to me. On the other hand, the maniac bullies Harry repeatedly, so why is he so attached to her?"
Though Minimus might have said it casually, Amelia took it to heart.
Amelia felt as if her heart was being sliced by a knife...
Harry... he was the cat Thomas Shannon got when he still liked her. Back then, Harry was an adorable, fluffy kitten, incredibly cute. Now, Harry had become a little arrogant character. He could strut around the manor as he pleased, fearing no one but Thomas Shannon. But now, he was completely under the maniac’s control.
This glaring contrast was a slap in Amelia’s face.
Amelia’s eyes turned red with jealousy. All of this should have been mine! Both Thomas Shannon, the man, and Harry, the cat, should have belonged to me, Amelia Shaw! It was only because I rejected them back then that the maniac got them so easily now. The maniac must be so smug right now, pleased that her face is about to recover. When that time comes, I won’t be able to use her ugly face to attack her anymore. By then, Thomas Shannon will surely dote on her even more, and I, Amelia Shaw, will just be a laughingstock in this manor.
The more she thought, the more chaotic her mind became. Amelia clutched her throbbing head with both hands, letting out a low groan of pain.
Minimus asked with feigned concern, "Miss Shaw, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Amelia bent over in pain, pressing her hands harder against her head.
"If you’re not feeling well, I suggest you go to the medical office for a check-up. After all, your health is your own; it’s best not to push yourself."
The medical office... To go or not to go?
In the end, Amelia couldn’t go against her own desires. She stood up and walked out unsteadily. She was going to the medical office. She was going to see the doctor. And I have to see the maniac...
The medical office was clearly demarcated: the operating room and the doctor’s office were in one area, while the recovery rooms were in another, separate area, so they wouldn’t interfere with each other.
A nurse led Amelia to the doctor’s office. Amelia briefly explained her condition, but the doctor couldn’t find anything wrong with her.