Chapter 1501 - 1503: President, How About Let Me Comfort Her?

The forceful beginning cleared the scene.

Danielle Ashton lifted her long skirt hem, the thin high heels stepping on the ground, already difficult to support her, she was roughly pushed aside by the bodyguard, and immediately fell to the ground.

"Ah..."

A cry of pain slipped from her lips.

The assistants were shocked at this scene. Have these people gone mad?!

Did they not see who they had pushed over!

"Danielle Ashton, are you okay?" The assistants swarmed forward, hurriedly helping Danielle Ashton up from the ground.

The assistants felt confident with Thomas Shannon nearby, and said, "How dare you! Do you know who you just pushed over?"

Sophie Sullivan sat in the car, watching this scene, her lips curled into a cold smile, and the Snowball in her embrace had already caught sight of Thomas Shannon.

She struggled out of Sophie Sullivan’s embrace, and Sophie’s heart was pierced with pain for an instant. Was Snowball so eager to leave her?

"Snowball, go get out of the car with your Uncle. One hour later, Mommy will take you home," Sophie gently instructed.

Snowball said nothing; teardrops the size of beans rolled from her eye sockets as she slapped her tiny hands against the car window, trying to open the car door.

Sophie took a deep breath, "You guys send the little miss over there."

"Yes, Miss Cecilia Branford." The bodyguard opened the car door and carried Snowball out.

Snowball stumbled as she ran towards Thomas Shannon in the distance. Thomas tossed the cigarette butt away, his handsome face somewhat softened.

"Snowball!" He quickly stepped forward and embraced Snowball.

Snowball hugged Thomas Shannon’s neck tightly with her tiny hands, sniffling miserably, "Daddy..."

Danielle Ashton stared at this scene in a daze. Was that... Snowball?

The assistants heard that milky little voice call Daddy and were stunned, like logs.

The President... has a child?

"Danielle Ashton, is the President’s child yours?" An assistant boldly asked.

Danielle Ashton’s facial color went pale, then she lifted her skirt hem and walked forward, taking two steps before turning back, "You guys go back to the car first, don’t follow me."

Even though they didn’t understand why, the assistants obediently returned to the nanny van.

"Snowball, long time no see." Danielle Ashton smiled and reached out, trying to pinch Snowball’s soft cheek.

As soon as her hand reached out, Thomas Shannon slapped it away, his eye color profound as he turned Snowball’s little head, "Snowball, let Daddy have a look."

Seeing his precious daughter’s red and swollen eyes, certainly not just from crying for a while.

Most likely... during the time away from him, she had been crying nonstop!

Thinking of this, Thomas Shannon’s facial color turned gloomy, he extended his hand, Charlie River immediately handed over a white handkerchief.

"Snowball, tell Daddy, has your mother mistreated you?" He gently wiped her tear-streaked cheek with the handkerchief.

Snowball shook her head, sniffing miserably.

The tip of the nose and little mouth, both crying bright red.

Her pair of eyes were swollen to an unbelievable degree, Thomas Shannon saw it all, it pained him deeply.

His heart felt pierced by a sharp blade, fresh blood flowing out.

"President, shall I try to soothe her?" Danielle Ashton’s voice was gentle, like a spring breeze.

"No need."

Thomas Shannon held Snowball, gently patting her back, soothingly saying, "Snowball, don’t cry, Daddy is here."

He coaxed softly, kissing Snowball’s forehead.

This scene made Danielle Ashton lose her focus.

He was a good father, his care and protection of his daughter couldn’t be faulted in the slightest.

Suddenly, she thought of something, lifted her skirt hem and turned back to the nanny van, soon returning with difficulty to Thomas Shannon’s side.