By the time Erica was born, Evelyn was fifteen years old, Gifford was ten, Terilynn nine, Yvette seven and Matthew all of five years of age.

Niles had two kids—a six-year-old girl and a boy a year younger.

When Cecelia discovered that Blair's third child was another daughter, she was so happy that she immediately gave Blair three million dollars.

She was a fair mother-in-law-she had also given Irene three million dollars after she gave birth to a daughter.

Blair pondered this for a whole week and finally remembered how she had gotten pregnant this time.

It was a dark and windy night. Blair had just come back from work. She didn't expect Wesley home so early, but there he was.

She wore a knee-length cold shoulder shirt that she bought on impulse two days ago. It was basic white cotton, revealing her shoulders and lovely collarbones. She was definitely sexy.

She felt like a completely different woman. By the time she got home,

Wesley was walking down the stairs.

His eyes Lit up when he saw his wife. After Blair said hi to the elders in the Living room, Wesley told her, “Good! You're home. I need to talk to you." Blair had been taken in by this countless times, yet she still followed him to their bedroom. She was always too trusting.

One could imagine the result. Her shirt was torn from her, and he had his way with her.

While they were both naked, they found there were no condoms. Blair urged Wesley to buy them, but he said he would buy them next time.

He did buy a few boxes of condoms after this. But before the condoms were used up, Blair found she was pregnant.

She was so mad at Wesley that she left again.

Cecelia hadn't seen Blair for a few days, so she asked her grandson in confusion, "Where's your mom? I haven't seen her a few days."

"She ran away from Dad again," Gifford answered calmly.

“Again? But why?"

"Mom always holds her back and complains, ‘My back is killing me. It's all your fault, Wesley! My life is a living hell.'" Gifford's imitation amused Cecelia.

“Really? You're going to have a kid brother. Or maybe a little sister.

Your mom and dad will be very busy preparing for the baby. Grandma will take good care of you. I'll treat you like my own kids," Cecelia joked.

Gifford, however, shook his head.

“No way! You always hit Uncle Niles.

That's no fun. I don't want to be your son.”

“Ha-ha! You bad boy! You always make me laugh.”

“Grandma, can we be friends? I want to be friends with you."