Chapter 1521: Do You Hate Me That Much?

Thomas Shannon swiftly dodged aside, his long legs sweeping out while Lucifer agilely avoided him.

Both of them unleashed their fists and kicks, beginning to grapple with each other.

Every punch was fierce, every move deadly.

Oliver Westlake clenched his small fists, cheering on Lucifer from the sidelines, “Go Uncle Lucifer! Go Uncle Lucifer!”

Snowball, anxious, wanted to step forward, “Dad…”

Sophie Sullivan held Snowball back, stopping her from going over. The two were fighting fiercely, and Snowball could easily get caught in the crossfire at this time.

“Snowball, stay still.”

This was the first time Sophie Sullivan spoke seriously to Snowball, her attitude quite firm.

No room for argument.

Snowball tilted her head up, her little face tense, the corner of her lips slightly pursed, “Snowball doesn’t want to see Dad hurt.”

Sophie Sullivan pressed her lips together silently.

“Mum…” Snowball grabbed her hand, gently shaking it.

Oliver Westlake stood with both hands on his hips, angrily, “Fairy, the rascal bullied Fennie, he should be punished.”

“He is Dad.”

Oliver Westlake snorted, turning his head to the side, “He is not my daddy.”

Bam!

Thomas Shannon was distracted for an instant by a glance at Snowball, receiving a punch to the abdomen, as Lucifer clenched his fists, continuously raining concentrated punches down.

Thomas Shannon missed the opportunity to counterattack, retreating repeatedly, until Lucifer threw him over his shoulder and slammed him to the ground.

Lucifer kneeled on his chest, one hand restraining his neck, he coldly wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and in a voice only the two of them could hear, he said calmly, “You’re wrong, I love her. Since you don’t know how to cherish her, then get out of her sight completely. If you provoke her again, I won’t mind sending you to meet God.”

As he finished speaking, he hooked his hand, “Oliver, come over.”

Oliver Westlake ran over, eyes sparkling, raising his hand to high-five Lucifer, “Uncle Lucifer, you’re awesome!”

“Do you want to hit the rascal back, to vent for Fennie?”

Thomas Shannon frowned, what does he mean?

Oliver Westlake didn’t bother to answer, proving his thoughts with actions, waving his small fists, randomly pounding Thomas Shannon’s chest.

Murmurs of humphs and hahs came from his mouth.

A vein popped on Thomas Shannon’s forehead, “Oliver, I am your father!”

“I’ll hit my father!” Oliver Westlake quickly retorted, his small fists aimed at Thomas Shannon’s face.

As he hit, he muttered, “You’re not allowed to bully Fennie, Fennie is a fairy, you can’t bully her… You’re bad, I’ll hit you, hit you!”

The strength of a three-year-old little child, was like a kitten scratching an itch, not painful at all.

But Thomas Shannon’s face, in front of everyone, was just shattered by his son!

Breathing heavily from the exertion, Oliver Westlake raised his head, “Uncle Lucifer, I’m done.”

“Are you happy now?”

“Happy!”

“Satisfied?”

“Satisfied, satisfied!”

Lucifer let out a light laugh, releasing Thomas Shannon, holding Oliver Westlake’s hand, and said to the guards, “Throw out anyone irrelevant, if they dare to step one foot within the cordon later, shoot without reporting.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Snowball broke free from Sophie Sullivan’s hand, running to Thomas Shannon’s side, worriedly hugging his legs, “Dad, are you okay?”

Thomas Shannon shook his head, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, his gaze crossed over Lucifer, looking at the indifferent Sophie Sullivan, “Do you hate me that much?”

Wish him dead?

Wasn’t it said he lost his memory, what more does she want?

Simply unreasonable.

Sophie Sullivan didn’t give him even a side glance, “Oliver, let’s go.”