Mrs. Shannon: "..."
"What about a grandson? Can protect Fennie and you."
"..."
"Don't like a grandson? Then perhaps a granddaughter, a girl like Fennie, like a little Snowball, definitely extremely cute."
Mrs. Shannon thought he was crazy, her voice unconsciously tinged with angry sternness, "Lincoln, are you planning to force Miss Sullivan?"
All traces of humor vanished from Thomas Shannon's eyes, replaced by gloom, that somber hue lingering stubbornly in his gaze, "Mother, just pretend you never heard this, it never happened. I'll visit you and father when I have the length of time. I still have matters to attend to, I'm hanging up now."
"Lincoln, wait!"
Thomas Shannon hung up the phone without hesitation, sneering, "Sophie Sullivan, you really are something."
Inside the bath chamber, this was the happiest moment for Sophie Sullivan since being confined here.
