Chapter 1520: Do You Like Her?

“Little Treasure, Uncle Lucifer wants to speak with you.”

Oliver’s crying softened slightly, but he was still sobbing, “Uncle… the rascal bullied Fennie, you must come quickly.”

“Is it your daddy?” Lucifer called for Leo to prepare the car, and hurriedly walked out.

Oliver’s tearful eyes glared at Thomas Shannon, “He is not Oliver’s daddy, he is the rascal who bullies Fennie.”

“Alright, alright, he’s not, don’t cry Oliver, Uncle will soon arrive. Before Uncle sees you, you need to protect Fennie, can you promise Uncle that?”

Lucifer gently coaxed, “Oliver, answer Uncle.”

“I… I can.” Oliver said, crying as he started to hiccup.

Lucifer sighed almost inaudibly, his heart aching, with more worry, “Good, since you want to protect Fennie, Oliver must not cry anymore. If you cry, won’t the rascal bully Fennie again?”

“…Woo woo.”

The crying softened again.

Lucifer slowly comforted, “Oliver is a little man, a superhero who protects Fennie, right?”

“Right.”

“Do superheroes cry and whimper?”

“No… they don’t.”

“Then little superhero Oliver must not cry, understood?”

Oliver nodded tearfully, “Then, then Uncle come quickly, come quickly.”

“Alright, Uncle will arrive soon.”

After hanging up the phone, Lucifer’s face turned cold, impatiently urging, “Faster!”

Leo had already alerted the Traffic Bureau beforehand, and all major roads leading to the Onassis Old Castle were under traffic control.

The fleet sped along, the speed reaching 120.

In less than 15 minutes, the fleet arrived in front of the Onassis Old Castle.

Without waiting for Leo to get out of the car to open the door, Lucifer pushed the door open and got out, striding over to Sophie Sullivan and Oliver.

“Uncle Lucifer!” Seeing Lucifer, Oliver seemed to see a savior.

His eyes were red and swollen, pitiably extending both hands, asking to be held.

After all, he was still a three-year-old child, Lucifer’s heart ached terribly, and he carefully took him from Sophie’s embrace.

His fingertips wiped the tear stains on his face, “The little man is not crying anymore, so good.”

Oliver pointed with his tiny hand at Thomas Shannon, “Uncle Lucifer, the rascal bullied Fennie again!”

Lucifer coldly glared at Thomas Shannon, the latter showing a fearless face.

“Does Oliver want to beat him?” Lucifer lowered his voice, asking the little fellow in his arms.

Oliver’s previously cried eyes suddenly brightened, his entire body filled with emotion, “Yes!”

“Good, later you can help Uncle.”

“Alright!”

Lucifer knelt down, setting Oliver on the ground to stand, gently patting his little head, instructing, “Only come over when Uncle calls you, understand?”

“Understood!” Oliver nodded obediently.

“Also, protect Fennie and Elder Sister, okay?”

Oliver puffed his little chest, “No problem!”

Lucifer stood up, looking at Thomas Shannon, Snowball standing by his feet, at this moment looking up with a face full of confusion.

He raised a hand, leisurely removing his cufflinks, Lucifer spoke softly, “Snowball, go to your mommy.”

Snowball stood still, Oliver ran over happily, pulling Snowball away.

Thomas Shannon hooked the corner of his mouth, his gaze moving back and forth between Lucifer and Sophie’s face, “Do you like her?”

Lucifer said not a word, but with anger enveloped he swung an iron fist, packed with fierce force, towards his face.