Chapter 1470 - 1472: Rascal, Don’t Bully Fennie!

This is the first time Sophie Sullivan has heard Snowball call her "Mom".

Surprised, excited, joyful, an indescribable ecstasy burst forth from her eyes.

"Snowball..."

Just as Sophie became distracted for one second, her wrist hurt, and the pistol was out of her hand.

"Charlie, catch." Thomas Shannon tossed the pistol to Charlie River, tightened his grip on Sophie’s wrist, causing Sophie to lose her balance and fall forward into his firm embrace.

Thomas Shannon held Snowball in one arm, preventing him from being hit.

He lowered his eyes, the corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile, "Miss, you threw yourself into my arms on your own."

Mrs. Shannon looked at her son flirting awkwardly, cleared her throat, and warned him, "Lincoln, don’t bully Fennie."

"Mother, she threw herself into my arms by herself, how is it bullying?"

"Shameless!" Sophie struggled to stand up.

William Westlake charged in like an angry little beast, attacking Thomas Shannon like a whirlwind, "Rascal, don’t bully Fennie!"

Thomas Shannon didn’t take those small arms and legs seriously, he casually pushed him away, "Wait until you grow up to challenge me."

Unfazed, William Westlake picked himself up and charged again.

He was pushed away again.

He charged again.

He was pushed away again.

Thomas Shannon was amused by William Westlake’s persistent determination, reached out to pick him up, and held him in his arms, "Little fellow, you can’t beat me."

"William Westlake is not a little fellow!"

"Then what are you?" Thomas Shannon assumed a listening posture.

William Westlake: "(╯^╰)"

"Tell me, what are you?"

"Why should William Westlake tell you?"

"Because I’m your Dad."

William Westlake looked disdainful, turning his delicate little face aside, "William Westlake doesn’t have such a bad Daddy."

Daddy treats Fennie badly, Daddy treats William Westlake badly, William Westlake doesn’t like Daddy anymore!

Thomas Shannon pinched his cheek, "Little fellow, look at me."

"No."

"Look at me."

William Westlake got angry, turned his head and bit Thomas Shannon’s hand.

Thomas Shannon hissed, eyebrows furrowing, "Release your mouth!"

Sophie watched in fear, worried he might hurt William Westlake, leaned forward and scooped William Westlake into her arms, stepping back a few steps.

Thomas Shannon shook his hand covered in sparkling saliva, "Are you a dog?"

"William Westlake is not a dog, he’s a tiger!" William Westlake turned his head, protesting defiantly.

Sophie gently stroked William Westlake’s white cheek, which had reddened from Thomas Shannon’s grip, her eyes cold, "Thomas Shannon, arguing with a child, you’re really a man!"

Mrs. Shannon stood up to mediate, "Lincoln, why don’t you quickly apologize to Fennie?"

Thomas Shannon held Snowball, speaking nonchalantly, "Today I’ll lay it down; if you want to take Snowball away, impossible. Of course, you have a second option, to occasionally come and see Snowball."

As soon as he finished speaking, Thomas Shannon’s back of the head received a heavy slap.

He paused for one second, staring at Mrs. Shannon, "Mother!"

"Shut your mouth!" Mrs. Shannon was truly exasperated with him, she had originally hoped he could keep Sophie, but it seemed now, forget keeping her, good thing he didn’t infuriate her completely.

Isn’t it just amnesia, how come not even a bit of cleverness is left?

She had waited a long time for Sophie, racking her brains to create opportunities for him,