Chapter 1469 - 1471: You Want William Westlake? In Your Dreams!

Such innocent and lively children, they laugh when they should laugh, and make a fuss when they should make a fuss.

Thinking of Snowball being turned into a little poker face by Thomas Shannon, Sophie Sullivan was fuming, "Mrs. Shannon, three years ago we made it very clear, three years later, I would take Snowball back, and Snowball’s custody rights would also be handed over to me."

"Fennie, I really did agree to those..."

Before Mrs. Shannon could finish her words, Thomas Shannon interrupted her, "I did not agree."

"Thomas Shannon, shut your mouth!" Sophie Sullivan coldly yelled.

Asking him to shut up?

Thomas Shannon raised his eyebrow tips, this woman was truly... bold!

Sophie Sullivan’s head was faintly hurting, she raised her hand to rub her forehead.

William Westlake immediately ran back to her side, clambering up the sofa with hands and feet, reached out his tiny hand to touch her forehead, his two eyebrows furrowed tightly, "Fennie’s head hurts again? William Westlake will blow on it, blow on it to make it not hurt."

A warm current flowed into her heart, Sophie Sullivan covered William Westlake’s small hand with hers, and smiled faintly, "Mommy is fine."

Although she said so, William Westlake was still worried, his little brows furrowed tightly, and his body snuggled into Sophie Sullivan’s embrace, tightly holding her neck.

"Fennie, can we go home?" William Westlake didn’t like Daddy’s house anymore.

Also didn’t like Daddy anymore.

"Okay." Sophie Sullivan patted her adorable son’s head, and once again looked at Mrs. Shannon, "Mrs. Shannon, today no matter what, I must take Snowball away."

Mrs. Shannon was caught in a dilemma, especially with the culprit watching like it was a show.

"Lincoln, say something."

Thomas Shannon held Snowball in his embrace, his gracefully curved chin rested on her head top, intimately nudged her, "If you want to take Snowball away, you have to ask if she wants to. Snowball, tell Daddy, do you want to leave?"

Snowball was nibbling on a cherry.

Thomas Shannon pinched her soft cheek, "Tell Daddy, does Snowball want to leave Daddy?"

Snowball shook her head.

"Thomas Shannon, you!" Sophie Sullivan pointed at his tip of the nose, after a long time finally angrily said, "Despicable!"

Clearly something that was already agreed upon, now he was actually pushing it onto a three-year-old child.

Where is his face?

Oh, he gave it up long ago!

Thomas Shannon hooked his lips into a smile, after a moment of pondering, then sneered, "If you want to take Snowball away, you can, but leave that little guy behind."

Just now he also saw how much that little guy relied on his mommy.

If he were to stay, wouldn’t it be like taking her life?

So, unable to leave the son behind, don’t even think about taking his daughter away.

"You want William Westlake, in your dreams!"

"Two children, we split evenly, one each. What is there for you to be unsatisfied about?" Thomas Shannon lowered his head and kissed Snowball’s cheek, "Snowball, tell her, who do you love?"

"Daddy."

William Westlake, refusing to be weaker, hugged Sophie Sullivan’s neck tightly, "William Westlake also loves Mommy!"

Mrs. Shannon watched as the two exchanged words filled with metaphorical smoke, her head aching, "How about this, Fennie you and William stay, and nurture..."

"I disagree!" Sophie Sullivan suppressed her anger, she let go of William Westlake, stood up and approached Thomas Shannon.

Before Thomas Shannon could react, a meticulous and petite pistol was pressed against Thomas Shannon’s temple, Sophie Sullivan’s face was ice-cold and arrogant, patience exhausted: "You better hand Snowball over to me."

Snowball reached out her tiny hand, offering a cherry, "Mom, you eat."