"Thomas Shannon, tell me, is there any shameless, despicable thing left that you're not capable of doing?"
Thomas Shannon reached out and pulled her into his embrace, one hand gently patting her back to help her catch her breath. "Fennie, the doctor said you're showing signs of miscarriage, so you have to keep your mood pleasant, don't get angry."
"And who's the one forcing me to get angry?" Sophie Sullivan shoved him a few times but couldn't push him away, then lifted her hand and started hitting his back.
Thomas Shannon felt a jolt in his chest, and a rush of blood with a metallic taste surged up his throat.
His brows knitted hard, he forced down that sharp pain and spoke in a low voice, "Fennie, it's my fault. Letting Liam Donald step forward is the best way, besides, I'll also give Walton Group appropriate compensation."
