Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 740 - 743: Angry... it’s all your fault

His long leg shot out, kicking Frank Mitchell to the ground.

"I’ll say it again: I am not your father, and you have no connection to me whatsoever."

James Shannon wanted to hold Frank Mitchell accountable for matters concerning Thomas Shannon. However, Frank Mitchell remained stunned for a long moment before suddenly bursting into laughter.

His laughter was deep, carrying a sinister eeriness.

"Retribution! James Shannon, your retribution has come! Your most treasured son, Thomas Shannon, is going to die! Since you won’t go down to be buried with my mother, the son shall pay the father’s debt. Having Thomas Shannon buried with her is just the same!"

Thomas Shannon’s expression turned grim. He averted his gaze and turned to walk out. "He’s all yours."

"Yes, Mister!"

Frank Mitchell watched Thomas Shannon’s retreating figure, then smashed his fist violently onto the ground. "James Shannon, may you die a horrible death!"

"Shut up!"

The men in black seized Frank Mitchell and slammed him against the wall.

「Three days passed.」

Even with the time difference, three days have gone by. News of my car accident and coma should have reached Country F by now! Thomas Shannon fumed internally. Has Sophie Sullivan really shown no reaction at all? Does she really wish I were dead?

The more Thomas Shannon thought about it, the angrier he became, eventually taking it out on the chubby Harry.

Harry cowered into a ball, trying his best to shrink his presence, but his master still found an excuse to torment him.

Dangling in mid-air, Harry let out a helpless MEOW! as Thomas Shannon smirked cruelly. "You’re so fat. It’s time to lose some weight, Harry."

MEOW! Harry protested in his mind. I’m not fat! I’m really not fat! Don’t you dare reduce my dried small fish!

Predictably, Thomas Shannon’s next words instantly crushed Harry’s spirit. "No more dried small fish for you this month. Oh, and your cat food will be halved too."

Harry stopped his desperate struggle, his face a mask of feline despair.

Earth is so dangerous, Master is so twisted. I want to go back to Cat Planet!

After tormenting Harry, Thomas Shannon still wasn’t satisfied. A stifling anger churned in his heart, with no way to vent it.

He said angrily, "Charlie River, contact George Stanford."

"Yes, Young Master." Charlie River secretly sighed in relief. It’s been three days; the Young Master has probably reached his limit.

Charlie River quickly telephoned George Stanford. George Stanford answered, feeling a little sheepish. "Young Master Shannon, you were looking for me?"

"Dr. Standford, there’s something I need you to do," Thomas Shannon said.

George Stanford, already feeling guilty for his prior actions—having helped Sophie Sullivan escape and not only avoiding punishment but also being well taken care of with good food and drink—was filled with gratitude towards Thomas Shannon for his leniency.

Now that Thomas Shannon was asking, George Stanford naturally agreed readily. "Young Master Shannon, whatever you need me to do, just say the word."

"Contact maniac, find a way to get her to come back. You know what to say."

Get Fiona to come back willingly? George Stanford was troubled. He scratched his head and cautiously probed, "Can I say whatever I think is best?"

"Mm."

"Alright then, I’ll give it a try. But I can’t guarantee Fiona will come back. I’ll do my best to persuade her."

Before George Stanford could finish speaking, Young Master Shannon coldly hung up.

George Stanford ruefully rubbed the tip of his nose. "He’s angry... Fiona, this is all your fault."

「Country F.」

Sophie Sullivan had a dream.

In the dream, Thomas Shannon’s face was bruised and swollen, his body wrapped in so many bandages he looked like a walking mummy. He held an IV drip stand in one hand, the bag hanging from it, and followed her around step for step like a timid little wife.

He desperately begged her to return to him.

Of course, Sophie refused. She very firmly told him to get lost.

But who would have thought? Not only did Thomas Shannon refuse to leave, he even pitifully wiped away a tear.