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?
