“Well, it's not up to him anymore. It's my decision and he will have to accept it. If he is nice to Gwyn, I will let him see her occasionally.

But he's only going to get one chance with my daughter...so I hope he doesn't screw it up. Anyway, I don't think he will do that. When he gets old, I will support him so he won't have to worry about anything."

“That makes sense. Well then, if that's all. Don't forget to let me know as soon as you and Evelyn set a date for the wedding."

“Sure! I'm hoping for you and Joshua to be my best men. Be prepared."

“Okay, I'LL prepare my red envelope!"

"It'll be a big one. I need to buy a car, a house, and..

“Dream on! You're not getting more than a dollar!" Sheffield retorted with disdain, "You're such a cheapskate. Don't ever tell anyone that you know me."

“Sure. Do you want one?" Gifford took out another cigarette and offered it to him.

Sheffield refused, "No, thanks. Let's go inside." He didn't want to appear as a heavy smoker to the members of the Hilton family.

The two men waltzed into the living room with the gift Sheffield had prepared for Carlos.

Sheffield gave the box to Carlos, who was talking with Wesley, and said, "Uncle Carlos, I have a gift for you."

He gently opened the box and revealed a bocarro teapot safely placed inside.

Carlos raised his widened eyes to look at him. Without a word, he took out the bocarro teapot and examined it carefully.

The teapot had a dark reddish color with a tinge of cyan. Wesley looked at it and said, "Carlos, your future son-in-law is a thoughtful man indeed. He gave you an azure mud ashtray last time, and now an azure mud teapot. Well done, kid."

Wesley knew that an item as rare as that wasn't easy to obtain. After all, the materials required to make them were historically scarce.

Carlos finally curled his lips and said, “How else was I going to test his determination to marry my daughter?"

Wesley agreed to his point with a simple nod. His temples throbbed painfully as he glanced at his daughter, who was playing video games.

“I hope I can find a good husband for my Rika. I am so desperate I wouldn't mind throwing in an azure mud teapot if I can find someone to marry my daughter," Wesley sighed. All he wanted was a good man for his daughter; something every father wanted.

When she heard her name, Erica put down her phone and sat up, rolling her eyes at her father.

“Dad, is that all I am to you?"

“It's not like that, honey. I was just feeling sorry for my future son-in-law, but I hope he will show up soon and take you away from my hands.

“Wesley couldn't wait for that day to come because then he wouldn't have to worry about her every day. That responsibility would then be transferred to Erica's husband.

“Son-in-Law? Dad, I'm just fifteen! Don't you think you're rushing things a bit?"

“So what if you're fifteen? Once you reach the legal age, I will immediately marry you off!" Wesley's younger daughter was the source of his headache and receding hairline. Alas! If only she could learn from

Yvette. Wesley's elder daughter was the apple of his eye, mainly because she would obey him without question.