Chapter 1476 - 1478: How Dare You Steal His Snowball!

Less than two minutes later, William Westlake returned with his change of panties and his Superman pajamas, tilting his little face and crisply calling Dad.

Even though he wanted to refuse, seeing William’s little face that was very similar to his own, Thomas Shannon couldn’t bring himself to reject him.

Despite this kid talking bad about him quite a bit...

"Snowball, Dad will continue to tell you stories later."

"Got it."

He took William into the bath chamber, and the little guy was even more troublesome than he imagined.

Bathing him was like a tug-of-war.

Sophie Sullivan secretly pushed open the bedroom door, opened a crack, and peeked inside at the situation.

The bath chamber door was shut, and inside came the voices of William and Thomas Shannon. She carefully pushed the door open and saw Snowball lying on the bed~, bored, picking up and playing with the pillow.

Sophie joyfully smiled, quickly coming to the bedside, "Snowball, how about sleeping with Mommy tonight?"

Snowball seriously thought for a while before shaking his head to refuse, "Snowball promised Dad."

"He’s sleeping with William tonight, so Snowball can sleep with Mommy, how about it?"

Sophie extended her hand to hold her.

Snowball hesitated for a while before extending her tiny hands, and Sophie successfully embraced the little Snowball.

She scooped William, who was flapping like a duck in the bathtub, up, dried him with the bath towel, and put on his pajamas.

Thomas Shannon was exhausted, squinted at him, "All washed, go back to sleep yourself."

Upon hearing this, William was displeased and shuffled his tiny steps to him, tilting his tender little face, "Dad, won’t you sleep with William?"

"Why should I sleep with you?"

"You’re a real man, and William is also a real man, so we need to sleep together."

"What nonsense!" Thomas Shannon stood up and turned to walk out.

William hugged his leg, "Dad, Dad, Mommy said a real man can’t sleep with Mommy, so William can only sleep with Dad..."

"Did your mom tell you to sleep with me?" Thomas Shannon seemed to have caught the main point.

William covered his little mouth with his hand, oops, he let it slip!

Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, picked up the little luggage carrier, quickly opened the bath chamber door, and took a careful look.

Where was Snowball’s shadow in the bedroom anymore!

That damn woman!

Dare to steal his Snowball!

"Tell me, did you and your mom collaborate to steal Snowball?" Thomas Shannon grabbed William by the collar and pulled him into his embrace, questioning coldly.

William shook his little head like a rattle-drum, "William doesn’t know, William doesn’t know anything."

"Hmph, I see you’ll only cry when you see a coffin!" Saying this, Thomas Shannon raised his fist, frightening William, who wailed loudly, "Grandpa, help! Grandma, help!"

Thomas Shannon felt the blue veins on his forehead throbbing with a faint pain, "Shut up!"

"Dad won’t hit William if William shuts up."

"Still haggling?!"

William opened his rosy little mouth, "Waa... William is so scared... Grandpa, Grandma..."

Thomas Shannon: "..."

You don’t look frightened at all.

Rather like you’re enjoying the drama!

Holding William, who was clutching his neck unwilling to let go, he went to William’s bedroom, and indeed, he saw the stolen Snowball by Sophie Sullivan.

Sophie lay on her side, telling Snowball the story of Snow White. Snowball had never heard such a bedtime story before, her big watery eyes wide open, listening earnestly.