Watching Little Miss Snowball cry like this continuously, Sophie Sullivan's heart was about to break.
In front of her daughter, she had no choice but to make compromises.
For her own good…
She could only yield unconditionally.
Because she owed this three-year debt to her daughter.
Little Miss Snowball nodded randomly, her eyes tearful, and Sophie Sullivan tenderly wiped her tears with the pad of her finger, "William, please get Mommy a tissue."
"Got it~" William held the tissue box and handed it to her, and Sophie Sullivan rubbed his little head, "Thank you."
The soft facial tissue wiped away the tears on Little Miss Snowball's cheeks, and her tiny hands held tightly to her lapel, "When can Little Miss Snowball see Dad?"
Sophie Sullivan felt as if her heart was being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, fresh blood flowing freely.
Her chest felt suffocatingly congested, Sophie Sullivan turned her head away, unable to bear looking at Little Miss Snowball's eyes.
