Chapter 1524: Fennie, Daddy the Rascal Is So Miserable

Thomas Shannon pinched her cheek, both amused and helpless, “You little rascal.”

Snowball’s cheek was soft and got red after being pinched. Thomas Shannon immediately let go of his hand.

Snowball looked up with her innocent face, “Daddy, are we going home?”

Now go back to find Sophie Sullivan?

He’s not that easy to swallow his pride…

“Daddy.” Snowball persisted, “Are we going home?”

“How about this,” Thomas Shannon, with a headache, held his forehead with one hand, “since Snowball misses Mommy, let Uncle Charlie River take you back, okay?”

Snowball pursed her little mouth and shook her head to refuse.

“Then what does Snowball want?” Truly, this little ancestor is hard to handle.

“Daddy and Snowball will go back together to find Mommy.”

Thomas Shannon lowered his eyelids, “Is it a must?”

“Yes.”

Leaning on the back of the chair, Thomas Shannon gently pushed her bun hairstyle with one hand, “Snowball, oh Snowball, you really know how to make things difficult for your daddy.”

If he goes back at this time, he’s sure that Sophie Sullivan will beat him up again.

That temper of hers, unbelievable!

Lived for over twenty years, never seen a woman’s temper as bold as hers.

Snowball opened her arms, seriously, “Snowball will protect Daddy.”

“How will you protect, with those little arms and short legs of yours, huh?” Thomas Shannon laughed at her, holding her two little arms and giving them a gentle shake.

Snowball tilted her head pensively for a while, then turned her head to point at Charlie River, “Uncle Charlie River can protect Daddy too!”

Charlie River laughed, “Right, Little Miss Snowball is correct.”

Thomas Shannon snorted, “You underestimate your mother’s combat power, my dear.”

“So, is Daddy going back?”

Around and around, the question returns to the crux of the problem.

Thomas Shannon: “…”

Whose child is this?!

Why is she so hard to fool?!

…

Onassis Old Castle.

Sophie Sullivan took the hot towel handed by the servant, carefully wiping the tear-streaked little cat face of William Westlake.

William Westlake giggled, his little face dodging, “Fennie, naughty daddy is so miserable.”

“Is William happy now?” Sophie Sullivan also smiled, cupping his jaw with one hand to stop him from moving around.

William Westlake grinned, cheerfully saying, “Happy! Super happy!”

“As long as you’re happy, no more crying in the future. You really scared Mommy, you know?” Sophie Sullivan put down the towel and hugged him into her embrace.

His chin resting on his head top, gently rubbing twice, “No matter what happens, Mommy is here, William should not panic, let alone cry. Mommy is most worried about you, so don’t worry Mommy, alright?”

“Got it.” William Westlake nodded perfunctorily, twisting his body to look at Lucifer, who came down from upstairs in a clean set of clothes.

He struggled to run over, “Uncle Lucifer, William wants to learn to fight with you too.”

“Alright, uncle will teach you. A real man should learn some self-defense to protect Mommy in the future.”

The landline rang, the servant answered the phone, and after a while, covered the receiver, telling Sophie Sullivan, “Miss Cecilia Branford, it’s a call from Mrs. Shannon.”

Sophie Sullivan nodded slightly, and the servant handed the phone to her.

“This is Sophie Sullivan,” Sophie Sullivan’s voice was slightly indifferent.

Mrs. Shannon was not at all offended, “Fennie, is William doing alright?”

Sophie Sullivan glanced at William Westlake, embraced by Uncle Lucifer, happily chattering away, it seems Thomas Shannon’s issue didn’t leave much of a shadow on him.