Cheryl Chew felt warm inside, burying her head in Mrs. Shannon's neck, "Godmother is so good."
After having dinner that night, Cheryl packed some simple luggage and went to the suburban villa.
Mrs. Shannon was worried about her and sent extra bodyguards along.
After taking a bath and coming downstairs, Thomas Shannon saw Mrs. Shannon still sitting on the sofa, looking unhappy, while James Shannon was trying to soothe her, but no expression could be seen on her face.
As soon as Thomas came, James found someone to vent his anger on, "Thomas, sit down!"
"Father, what have I done now?" Thomas leisurely sat down on the opposite sofa.
James furrowed his eyebrows, father and son stared at each other, their same handsome faces - one matured and subdued with the traces of time, the other still sharp and unrestrained.
"Speak, what good deeds have you done?" James suppressed his anger, with Cheryl gone, Mrs. Shannon's whole mood was down.
