Chapter 1467 - 1469: What a Coincidence, This Passerby A Looks Quite Like My Snowball

"Anyone who doesn’t love Westlake’s daddy is a fool, anyone who doesn’t love Westlake’s daddy is a rascal, anyone who doesn’t love Westlake’s daddy is unloved..."

Oliver was limping along while covering his little bottom, muttering loud enough for everyone to hear.

Thomas Shannon was amused by his antics, took two big steps and lifted the little fellow up.

Suspended in mid-air, Oliver began to punch and kick, "Daddy is a rascal!"

"Who are you calling a rascal?" Thomas Shannon poked Oliver’s cheek with his index finger.

Hmm...

Quite a match for Snowball.

Oliver’s rosy little mouth was pouting high in grievance, his clear eyes fixed on Thomas’s face.

"Hey, I’m talking to you..." Thomas reached out again to poke Oliver’s cheek, but Charlie River fearlessly intercepted, "Young Master, you really can’t do this to the Young Master!"

Thomas Shannon frowned fiercely, casting a deadly glance at the tearful Charlie, "Get out of the way!"

As Charlie released his hold, he received a grateful look from Oliver, "Uncle, you’re a good person!"

Thomas Shannon stuffed Oliver into his embrace, one hand pinching his delicate little chin, "So, you mean I’m a bad person?"

Oliver: "(╯^╰)"

"You’ve got a face just like mine, I’m not even mad, yet you’re angry with me first?" Thomas Shannon pinched Oliver’s chin, shaking it side to side.

Oliver puffed up his cheek, "You look like Oliver!"

"I was born over 20 years before you, you tell me who looks like whom?"

Oliver shouted in desperation, "Fennie, help! Mommy, Mommy come quick!"

Upstairs, Sophie Sullivan and Mrs. Shannon, inside Snowball’s bedroom, heard Oliver’s cries simultaneously.

"I’ll go down and check!"

Sophie dropped her words, her face heavy, and ran down the stairs.

Mrs. Shannon, holding Snowball, also followed down the stairs.

"Oliver, what’s going on?" Sophie raised her head, immediately recognizing the familiar silhouette clutching Oliver and bullying him.

Oliver’s face was puffed up like a swollen pufferfish, and Thomas was still shaking Oliver’s little head.

Upon seeing Sophie, Oliver seemed to spot a savior, "Fennie, help!"

Thomas Shannon coldly lifted his gaze, spotting the woman charging towards him like a whirlwind. Her face was icy, expressionless, her gaze void of warmth as she snatched Oliver from his grasp.

Without even a glance his way, she turned to leave.

Thomas Shannon, quick-eyed, grabbed her wrist while Sophie didn’t turn back, her voice firm and cold, "Let go!"

"Big rascal, let go of Oliver’s Fennie." Leaning on Sophie’s shoulder, Oliver puckered his little mouth, looking thoroughly displeased.

Thomas Shannon was unfazed, looking at Sophie, his voice low and slightly cold, "Tell me, who are you?"

Sophie truly wanted to turn and slap him hard across the face, pretending like "Who are you, I don’t even know you," for whom was this act for?

Just trying to sever ties, she wouldn’t cling to him, what’s the point of all this drama!

Sophie coldly replied, "Passerby A."

Thomas Shannon chuckled, "Coincidentally, this Passerby A looks quite like my Snowball."

Mrs. Shannon, holding Snowball, came down and witnessed the stalemate. She released a hand to pat her chest, preventing her blood pressure from rising, "Lincoln, what are you doing, let go immediately!"

Snowball pursed her little mouth, her soft baby voice tender, "Daddy."

The grip on Sophie’s wrist immediately loosened, she only felt a silhouette brush past her, Thomas Shannon already quickly approached Mrs. Shannon.