She was ready to entrust her and Gwyn's future to Sheffield.

The night grew darker. Evelyn lay on Sheffield's chest and dozed off listening to his heartbeats, feeling a sense of absolute safety.

In Theo Group

Early the next morning, Peterson arrived at the company. He entered his son's office and stared at him. Sheffield was working and didn't bother to greet him or even so much as look at him. After a long while of hesitation, the old man finally asked, "Who is she?"

“Who?" Sheffield asked back, although he knew who his father was talking about.

“The kid Evelyn was holding."

“What do you care?"

Peterson knew that Sheffield would grab all the opportunities that came his way to piss him off, but he had still rushed to find him early in the morning.

It was a matter of importance. He had to know if the child was his granddaughter.

"Is she yours?"

“Why do you ask questions you already know the answers to?" Sheffield finally looked at him and asked with a raised brow.

"Peterson, what do you think? Does she look like me or Evelyn?"

Peterson gaped at him. Sheffield didn't act like a father at all.

"Are you sure it's your child?"

Displeased by the old man's words, Sheffield replied coldly, “Careful there, Peterson, What are you implying? She is my daughter."

“Have you done a paternity test? Why didn't Evelyn tell you about this kid before?"

"I don't need a paternity test to know that she is mine. Peterson, did you come here early in the morning just to upset me?" Sheffield put down his pen and looked Peterson in the eye. He was ready for the fight. It looked Like Peterson didn't want to acknowledge Gwyn as his granddaughter.

"No, that's not why I'm here. If she is really your daughter, you have to bring her to the Thompson family."

"I don't care if Gwyn comes back to the Thompson family. As long as she comes back to me, of course. And who cares if you acknowledge her as your granddaughter? Not me." Sheffield shrugged nonchalantly.

‘What? Damn it! What is he doing?' Peterson closed his eyes and tried to hold back his anger.

"How could I not claim her as a granddaughter?

Bring the kid by someday and we'll have a proper visit."

“Yeah, maybe. By the way, I'm getting married. That means you can start working on the wedding presents. I think you should know who my girlfriend is. It's up to you to decide the bride price. But remember, we won't make it if you decide to stiff me."

Peterson felt his heart sink. He knew Sheffield's girlfriend was

Carlos’ daughter. The Hiltons were quite rich. One could imagine how much money the Thompson family would be on the hook for.