On the other end, William Westlake got into the car with Sophie Sullivan, and Sophie kept turning her head to look outside the car window, without saying a word.
William Westlake's little brows knitted tightly in worry. He climbed to her side, nestled into her embrace, and asked, "Fennie, are you unhappy?"
"No."
William Westlake said gloomily, "Fennie is lying, Fennie is indeed unhappy."
William Westlake hugged her neck, his little head moved forward and gave her cheek a kiss.
Sophie hugged William Westlake, feeling relieved, "From today, William Westlake will live in the hotel with Mommy, okay?"
"Why not live at Daddy's house?"
"That's Daddy's house, not ours."
William Westlake was confused, he nodded his little head, "Alright, William Westlake and Fennie will stay at the hotel."
"Good boy." Sophie lowered her head and kissed his forehead.
Now, only William Westlake could provide her with a bit of comfort.
