After speaking, he bolted outside.
From afar, he saw Oliver Westlake, like a little whirlwind, rushing out, "Fennie!"
Just as he was about to hug Sophie's legs, a silhouette blocked Sophie's way, and Oliver bumped into it, his body instinctively falling backward.
A hand, quick-eyed, lifted his falling body up.
Avoiding the fate of falling, instead, he was lifted in mid-air.
Once he saw that face clearly, Oliver was so scared that he screamed, "Fennie, Fennie, save me!"
The hole on Thomas Shannon's forehead had already formed into a black scab, and the bloodstain winding down his face had also clotted, crawling on his face like an ugly and terrifying centipede.
Frightened, Oliver kept kicking his little short legs and spread his arms toward Sophie for a hug.
Thomas Shannon tucked him into his embrace with one hand and pinched his little cheek with the other, "Didn't you see Dad?"
"Naughty... naughty Dad, let go of Oliver!"
