"That was your choice..." Sophie Sullivan started to say, then suddenly closed her mouth.
She couldn’t engage in conversation; this rascal could turn into a beast at any time, and she couldn’t fall for his tricks again.
"What did I choose, hmm?"
Sophie glared at him intensely. Know when to stop, Thomas Shannon!
Seeing her little face blush with an enticing flush, Thomas Shannon tenderly caressed her cheek, gave her red lips a light peck, "Will you agree, hmm?"
"No, I won’t."
"Then let’s go see our Daddy and Mommy."
"Still no." Sophie paused, then snorted, "Clarify it, what do you mean our Daddy and Mommy? They are my Daddy and Mommy, mine!"
"Hmm, they’ll be mine too in the future." Thomas Shannon nodded confidently.
Sophie: "..."
After a while, Sophie asked him, "Where’s Andres?"
"Locked in the next room, why?"
"Don’t let him die..." Sophie was most worried about Andres committing suicide. If he just died like that, it wouldn’t be fun.
And also Isabel, and of course, her aunt who hadn’t shown up much.
The whole family wasn’t anything good!
Thomas Shannon lay down beside her, resting both hands behind his head, and closed his eyelids, "Relax, I’ve got it under control."
"That’s good then." Sophie’s body rolled, rolled some distance before stopping. She closed her eyes, planning to take a nap.
Hearing nothing from her for a long time, Thomas Shannon turned his head, staring at the back of her head, "Sophie, do you really not plan to take me to see your Daddy and Mommy?"
"..."
"Don’t pretend to sleep!"
"..."
"Fine, I know where your Daddy and Mommy’s grave is, I’ll go visit them myself." Thomas Shannon got up, ready to get off the bed, and Sophie, who had been pretending to sleep, could no longer keep it up.
She quickly sat up, tightly hugged his waist from behind, "Thomas Shannon, why do you have to go against my Daddy and Mommy like this? Insisting on seeing them!"
What does he mean by going against her Daddy and Mommy?
Thomas Shannon was half-angry with her; if his ability to withstand pressure were any less, he would have died a few times already from anger.
Would it still be her turn to keep angering him now?
Peeling her hands away, "Sophie, it’s about manners, understand?"
"I don’t understand. When your father came to the manor, you didn’t let me see him either, did you?" Still talking about manners, aren’t you embarrassed?
Aren’t you feeling guilty?
Thomas Shannon’s expression froze slightly, not expecting her to use this matter to retaliate. After a few seconds of silence, he chuckled softly again, "If you want to meet my father and mother, I’ll arrange a time to let you officially meet them."
A meeting, let alone an official one, she couldn’t agree to that.
Sophie shook her head, "No time."
"I have time, plenty of time to see your Daddy and Mommy."
"..."
Sophie looked to the sky, truly difficult to communicate with.
......
Cemetery.
The cemetery was ideally located in Country F, with excellent Feng Shui, where every inch of land was precious.
As soon as they entered the cemetery, they felt the fresh air distinctly different from the city, emanating from the forest trees.
Visitors paying respects came in twos and threes, and the vast cemetery seemed cold and desolate.
The black Rolls-Royce convoy stopped at the cemetery entrance, and Sophie fell into silence.
Her mood was somewhat heavy, more so, it was complicated.
Thomas Shannon got out of the car, handed a beautifully wrapped bouquet of hibiscus flowers by Charlie River. He guessed correctly, her mommy liked hibiscus flowers.
Her grandmother named her Sophie, with ’Sophie’ taken from the hibiscus flower of Country A.