Chapter 1515: Uncle Charlie River Said Dad Is Coming, Right?

She is simply not interested.

Go and fly away with his little lover, stop getting in her way here.

“The main point is, Young Master wants to meet you, and of course, it would be best if you could also contact Doctor Angus, who treated you back then.” Charlie River looked at Thomas Shannon with a look of ‘Young Master, do you see how smart I am, I’ve figured out what you have in mind’.

Thomas Shannon exhaled a smoke ring, his cold, sharp eyes cut across.

Charlie River admitted defeat, promptly retracting his cocky gaze.

“Ha Ha, let him beg me then.” With that, Sophie Sullivan promptly hung up the phone.

Charlie River was stunned, holding the mobile phone and slowly turned his head, “Young Master, the Young Madam wants you to beg her.”

“Beg her?” Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, frowning as he puffed on his cigarette.

Sophie Sullivan put down the mobile phone, cuddling Snowball and rubbing her little face. When she’s in a bad mood, looking at her little Snowball always brightens her mood.

Couldn’t be better!

“Mommy.” Snowball’s small face was scrunched together by her, lifting her tiny hands in protest.

“Hee hee, Mommy loves you!” Sophie Sullivan bowed her head and pecked her cheek.

William Westlake’s little head leaned over, “Fennie, what about William Westlake?”

“Mommy loves you too!” Peck!

William Westlake grinned as he continued playing with Lego, with a smile that was utterly satisfied.

“Mommy, was it Uncle Charlie River just now?” Snowball blinked her clear eyes, softly asking.

“Mm… Yes.”

“Is Uncle Charlie River coming?”

“No.”

Snowball hugged her neck, “Snowball heard Daddy.”

Sophie Sullivan: “…”

Such hearing, not bad!

“Uncle Charlie River said Daddy is coming, right?”

“You heard wrong, Little Treasure.” Sophie Sullivan smiled, trying to brush it off.

However, Snowball was not an easy child to fool, she pouted her little mouth and seriously shook her head, “No, Snowball heard Uncle Charlie River say Daddy, Daddy is coming.”

Under Snowball’s gaze, Sophie Sullivan actually felt cowed.

She awkwardly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her head withdrew a bit to create some distance, “Alright, you didn’t hear wrong.”

Sophie Sullivan’s expression changed, showing ‘You didn’t hear wrong, so what, Mommy just won’t let your Daddy in’.

Snowball hugged her neck, gently swaying as she acted coy, “Snowball wants Daddy.”

“Little Treasure, a warm reminder from Mommy, saying such things in front of Mommy will make Mommy sad.”

“Snowball also wants Mommy.” Snowball pursed her lips with a smile, adding a sentence.

This cleverness, full marks!

Sophie Sullivan lifted her eyelids, glancing at her, “Go ahead, what do you want?”

Snowball tilted her head slightly, “Snowball wants to see Daddy, can Mommy let Daddy come in?”

Tilt head attack!

Sophie Sullivan was cutely overwhelmed, her heart turned to mush.

“Okay, Mommy?”

The soft little voice carried a hint of coyness, echoing in her ear.

Then, a gentle kiss landed on her face.

Sophie Sullivan cleared her throat lightly, although she wanted to stick to her stance, she was swayed, “This… isn’t impossible.”

Snowball kissed her on the other cheek again, her head withdrawn slightly, her face full of anticipation: “Can he, Mommy?”

William Westlake’s voice chimed in timely, “Fennie, no way!”

Sophie Sullivan looked at the little angel William Westlake, “William Westlake is right.”

Snowball let go of Sophie Sullivan’s neck, withdrew from her embrace, the smile was gone from her small face, and the starlight in her eyes dimmed a bit.