Heaving a sigh, Sheffield put his arm around Joshua's shoulder.

"Let's go home."

Joshua didn't move.

"I can't go home. My father kicked me out, saying that I couldn't go back until I either got promoted or got married." He was very morose.

"Oh. Then, come to my place," Sheffield offered.

“I don't want to stay with your family." The Thompson family manor was enormous, but there was always a civil war brewing amongst the family members. Joshua couldn't stand being around those people. Sheffield was the only sane person in that family.

"Good, because I don't want to stay with them either. Let's go to my apartment." Sheffield's heart screamed. It was his and Evelyn's apartment. Their home.

“ALL right!" Joshua had no problem with that. In fact, he welcomed the idea.

Sheffield was still thinking about Evelyn. He said, "I'll purse Carlos’ daughter and I'll marry her. I will make her serve me, dress me up and cook for me. I will reward her with sweet words if she makes me happy, and I will punish her if she upsets me. Yes! That feels so right!"

With a scornful look at him, Joshua said, "Yeah, sure! Like you would dare. Keep bragging."

He knew Sheffield Loved her too much to do that to her.

‘I'LL have to keep this in mind, so that I can tell Evelyn about this the day this idiot marries her. Things will be very interesting, ‘ he thought to himself with a smirk.

In the Hilton family manor

Carlos and Evelyn reached the manor at the same time. When they went upstairs to check on Gwyn, the little girl was still up, holding her doll. Debbie was with her.

Evelyn checked the time on her wristwatch; it was already past midnight. She asked with concern, "Sweetie, it's late. Why haven't you gone to bed? Come here."

Gwyn stretched her little arms and Evelyn held her daughter. Leaning her head on Evelyn's shoulder, the little girl closed her eyes without saying a word.

Debbie sighed helplessly.

"I've been trying to get her to sleep for hours, but she just wouldn't. And the moment you walk in, she decides to sleep."

Carlos touched the little girl's head and felt bad that his granddaughter had to stay up so Late because neither he nor Evelyn was around. He said to Evelyn, "One of us should stay home to take care of her. We can't both be away at work.”

Evelyn nodded, “Yes.”

She swayed her body gently to rock her baby to sleep. Soon, the doll in

Gwyn's hand fell to the floor.

Carlos bent down to pick up the doll and patted it clean. When Debbie saw the scratch on his hand, she grabbed his wrist and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

He looked at the scratch and answered casually, "I had a fight with that brat. It's just a scratch, don't worry."

“Brat?” Evelyn asked, confused.