Chapter 1468: Fennie, Daddy the Rascal Is Really Pitiful

Chapter 1468: Chapter 1470: Fennie, Daddy the Rascal Is Really Pitiful

He reached out and took Snowball in his embrace, placed a kiss on her forehead, “Did Snowball miss Daddy today?”

The tone was gentle and soft as water, completely different from how he treated William Westlake and Sophie Sullivan just now.

Closer bonds were evident.

Snowball puckered her little mouth and nodded her head.

Mrs. Shannon stepped forward and tapped him on the shoulder, “Lincoln, what were you doing just now?”

“Nothing.” Thomas Shannon was indifferent, wasn’t he just talking for a bit? It’s not like he ate them.

Is there really a need to be so angry?

“You… scoundrel!”

Mrs. Shannon was quite furious; she glanced at Sophie Sullivan, who had a blank expression, and said apologetically, “Fennie, don’t take it to heart with him, he…”

“I wouldn’t stoop to his level, no need.” Sophie Sullivan interrupted Mrs. Shannon, she didn’t seem to want to linger, “It’s getting late, I should take Snowball and leave.”

Leave?

Take his Snowball away?

Thomas Shannon’s brows suddenly furrowed, he sneered and turned around to look at Sophie Sullivan, that sharp gaze sizing her up and down without reservation, “Are you Snowball’s mother?”

Sophie Sullivan puckered the corner of her mouth, damn Thomas Shannon!

Still pretending!

To avoid conflict, Mrs. Shannon pushed Thomas Shannon aside with one hand and stood in front of him, “Fennie, there’s something I’ve never told you, Lincoln he… has amnesia.”

Amnesia?

She didn’t see any signs of amnesia, or does he only not recognize her, Sophie Sullivan?

If that’s the case, then his amnesia is pretty convenient.

If it weren’t for the current situation not allowing it, she would truly want to ask Thomas Shannon how to experience amnesia.

Coincidentally, she also wants to lose all memories related to Thomas Shannon.

Oliver Westlake’s little mouth was open wide, looking shocked, he held onto Sophie Sullivan’s neck tightly and whispered, “Fennie, the naughty father is really pitiful.”

“That’s none of our business, shut up Oliver Westlake.”

Oliver Westlake hummed twice, buried his little head in her neck, and said no more.

Seeing her precious grandson’s look of grievance, Mrs. Shannon felt extreme heartache, “Oliver Westlake, come to grandma, will you?”

Oliver Westlake lifted his head and shook it slowly and firmly, “Oliver Westlake wants to be with Fennie.”

Sophie Sullivan felt greatly comforted, this is her son, at crucial moments, he still stuck to her side.

Snowball blinked her pair of pretty eyes, her gaze turned to the tea table, Thomas Shannon lowered his head, and pinched her soft cheek, “Do you want to eat fruit Snowball?”

Snowball nodded, her tiny hands pointed at the cherries on the tea table, “Want to eat.”

Carrying Snowball, Thomas Shannon sat down on the sofa, Mrs. Shannon began to smooth things over, “Fennie, sit down first and talk, does Oliver Westlake want to eat ice cream?”

“Fennie, may I eat it?” Oliver Westlake clutched Sophie Sullivan’s neck, his little voice pitiful.

Sophie Sullivan nodded, “Of course you can.”

Oliver Westlake didn’t forget Gaby, he gave the fruit to Gaby to eat, and he himself ate ice cream.

Unknowingly, he moved to Snowball’s side, eagerly watching the cherry that Snowball held in her hand.

Snowball stared dazedly at him, Oliver Westlake lifted his little head, “Fairy sister, why aren’t you smiling?”

Snowball: “…”

Sophie Sullivan noticed it too, Snowball and Thomas Shannon sitting together, seemingly two cold air makers.

Thomas Shannon had an indifferent face, and Snowball was similarly indifferent.

In contrast to her Oliver Westlake.