Chapter 1457: Isn't Dad Good-Looking?

Chapter 1457: Chapter 1459: Isn’t Dad Good-Looking?

Enough to drink?

It seemed she had noticed Thomas Shannon’s confusion, and the infant caregiver explained, sweating coldly, “Young Master, the little miss is still young, she can’t drink much milk at once. Small and frequent feedings are the correct way.”

Thomas Shannon held Snowball in one arm and the milk bottle in the other. As soon as the pacifier approached Snowball’s little mouth, she eagerly began to suck.

While drinking, those shiny black eyes still looked at Thomas Shannon.

Thomas Shannon chuckled lightly, “Is Daddy very good-looking?”

Snowball blinked her eyes, making Thomas Shannon laugh again, “Indeed, worthy of being Thomas Shannon’s daughter, smart!”

Charlie River finally relaxed, the words “Daddy” and “daughter” were enough to prove that Young Master had genuinely accepted the little miss.

Admitted her identity from the bottom of his heart.

After feeding Snowball with milk, the infant caregiver taught Thomas Shannon how to burp her. After successfully burping the little Snowball, she closed her eyes and began to sleep again.

Having been busy for so long, Thomas Shannon hadn’t had breakfast yet, so he carried Snowball back to the castle.

Mrs. Shannon saw him return with the little fellow, and smiled contentedly, “Lincoln, how do you feel?”

Thomas Shannon, upon hearing her, lowered his gaze to glance at Snowball, who was sound asleep, leaving behind a sentence: “Snowball is pretty cute.”

Snowball?

Mrs. Shannon looked puzzled, Charlie River explained, “Snowball is the name Young Master gave the little miss.”

Snowball?

The little Snowball?

Mrs. Shannon found that it was indeed quite fitting.

Thomas Shannon casually handed Snowball to Mrs. Shannon and went into the restaurant to have breakfast.

The nursery upstairs was already prepared early in the morning.

After placing Snowball in the small crib, Mrs. Shannon went downstairs.

Inside the restaurant, Thomas Shannon ate like a normal person, but his appetite was not good, and his portions were very small; he had already grown emaciated beyond recognition.

The pain had tormented him into inhuman form.

Mrs. Shannon poured him a cup of milk, removing the black coffee from his side, “Lincoln, even for Snowball, you have to persist, okay? Give the doctor a little more time, they will definitely find an antidote.”

Thomas Shannon paused in his eating motions.

“Snowball is still so small, don’t you want to personally care for her?”

“…”

“Promise me, okay?”

Thomas Shannon hesitated for a long time before nodding imperceptibly.

After breakfast, just at the onset of his illness, he returned to the medical office, to that room filled with the scent of disinfectant and medicine, with no freedom to speak of.

Each onset was a process of dying once.

…

After observing for one week at the Royal Hospital, Sophie Sullivan was discharged.

Holding the well-behaved William Westlake, Sophie’s motherly love overflowed; she couldn’t look enough, she couldn’t kiss enough.

Occasionally, she would gaze blankly at a certain spot.

Lucifer took William Westlake from her embrace, his fingers gently teasing him, and William looked at Lucifer and grinned.

Lucifer also smiled, feeling quite joyful, but Sophie remained immersed in her own thoughts, not influenced.

Her shoulder sank a bit, Sophie saw an arm draped over her shoulder, she turned to see Lucifer’s deep gaze, filled with a myriad of emotions she couldn’t comprehend, “Are you thinking of Christina?”

Sophie nodded, “Lucifer, I’m sorry to Christina…”

Christina was still so small, yet was taken away from her side, leaving her little brother…

“If you think about it from another angle, Christina being able to be with her daddy also remedies some regrets, doesn’t it?”

From another perspective, it’s indeed so.