Mrs. Shannon picked up Harry, walked over, and sighed, "Miss Sullivan, our Thomas Shannon has been spoiled, don't take him too seriously."
"Mother, she hasn't been spoiled any less."
Thomas Shannon seized the chance to grumble about Sophie Sullivan.
No malice intended, just trying to show that she and he were alike, both are pampered children.
Who knew, that when Sophie heard it in her fury, it took on a different meaning.
"Thomas Shannon, let's duel!"
Sophie grabbed his shirt collar, glaring at him fiercely.
Thomas Shannon coughed lightly, awkwardly glancing at Mrs. Shannon who was stroking Harry, "Mother, might you step aside?"
"Why, afraid I'll see you get beaten and lose face?"
"Not at all." Thomas Shannon replied earnestly, "Rather, there are some things I'd like to discuss privately with Fennie."
Given the situation, it was indeed inappropriate for Mrs. Shannon to be present.
