Thomas Shannon staggered back a few steps, looking at her with a confused gaze.
"Thomas Shannon, I'm telling you clearly, you had no chance three years ago. So, stop holding on to any unreasonable hopes and fantasies about me, we're not happening."
She took a deep breath, "Don't start talking nonsense about the kids. Oliver Westlake has lived happily for these three years without a Daddy."
Thomas Shannon's handsome face was gloomy, did she mean she doesn't even want Snowball now?
"Sophie Sullivan, what do you mean, make it clear." The man's voice was restrained and suppressed.
Like the calm before a storm.
"You already understand in your heart, don't you?" Sophie turned around, going next to Snowball.
Snowball didn't know what they were talking about, at the moment she was nestled in Sophie's embrace, drinking fruit juice, stroking Harry.
Thomas Shannon stood at a distance, watching Sophie, her gaze never landed on him, as if he was a non-existent person.
