Chapter 1498 - 1500: Snowball... Still Doesn’t Like Mommy

The servant was startled, "Young Master... Little Miss Snowball... she has already been taken away by the Young Madam."

The air pressure dropped suddenly to freezing point.

Thomas Shannon frowned deeply, his face extremely gloomy, "Who allowed her to take her away?"

"It was... it was Madam."

Thomas Shannon punched the dining table, making the tableware clatter loudly.

After hanging up the phone, Thomas Shannon gave orders with a fierce gaze, "Charlie River, immediately find out where Sophie took Snowball!"

"Yes, Young Master." Charlie River accepted the order but did not leave immediately, as if he had more to say.

Thomas Shannon leaned back against the chair back, coldly glancing at Charlie River, "What are you standing there for, not going to do it?!"

"Young Master, those entertainment news, do you want to handle them? After all, it concerns you, I think it’s still necessary."

"Is the news important, or is Snowball important?" The man’s sinister voice sounded, tinged with frost.

Invisibly, a bit of cold air seeped out, making people start to feel timid unconsciously.

"I understand, Young Master!" Charlie River dared not delay and immediately went to handle it.

...

Onassis Old Castle.

Sophie Sullivan held a cup of milk, taking sips absentmindedly, her gaze always fixed on the entertainment news playing on the television.

Thomas Shannon, you’re really something!

Going all out to protect a woman, to this extent.

If you care so much, why not just marry her and keep her at home instead of letting her mix in the entertainment circle’s big dye vat?

"Fennie, what’s wrong?" William Westlake climbed onto her legs, sat obediently, and also started watching the entertainment news.

After watching for a while, his small face was astonished, "Fennie, is that person the naughty father?"

"Yes." Sophie Sullivan’s voice was flat, betraying no emotion.

"Why is the naughty father holding another auntie?" Oliver Westlake turned his head, looking at Sophie Sullivan with innocent eyes.

Sophie Sullivan pressed the corner of her lips, not speaking.

Inside the restaurant, Snowball, hearing Oliver Westlake’s words, also came running out, standing in front of the television, staring blankly at Thomas Shannon.

"Daddy..." The voice was aggrieved and choked, beginning to sob softly.

Sophie Sullivan felt a deep ache, she patted Oliver Westlake’s shoulder, "Go, comfort your sister."

"Got it!" Oliver Westlake saluted handsomely like a soldier and ran to Snowball’s side with his short legs, clumsily wiping her tears, "Fairy sister, please don’t cry, okay?"

Snowball turned her head away, avoiding his hand, she slowly walked to Sophie Sullivan, lifted her small face, and looked at her with those swollen eyes from crying, "Mommy... I want Daddy."

The tip of Sophie Sullivan’s nose tingled, she took a deep breath, trying to blink away the water mist in her eyes.

She extended her hand, lovingly picked up Snowball, letting her lean into her embrace, "Snowball, you are three years old, always accompanied by Mommy, don’t you want to stay with Mommy?"

Snowball shook her head, then nodded, her small shoulders twitching as she cried.

Not only was Sophie Sullivan as a mother heartbroken, but even the servant and butler nearby felt the pain.

"Snowball... still doesn’t like Mommy." Sophie Sullivan raised her head, giving a self-mocking smile, her tone filled with an unspeakable sadness.

Snowball was immersed in the sadness of lacking a father, unable to feel the adults’ disappointment and sorrow.

"Fennie, Fennie, what should we do?" Oliver Westlake climbed onto the sofa, snuggling up to her side.

Sophie Sullivan pondered for a while, her gaze falling on the television screen, she made a difficult decision.

"Snowball, look at Daddy, and from now on live with Mommy, okay?"