“Thank you, Evelyn. But remember, don't quarrel with him over this, okay?" Peterson advised.

“Don't worry, Uncle, I won't."

After seeing Peterson off, Evelyn thought about what he had said.

She was confused, but she wanted to try her best to help him. After all, it was the wish of a father.

A few days Later, Peterson chose a sunny day to visit the Hilton family manor with Sheffield.

After hearing that they were going to bring betrothal presents to the

Hilton family, Sheffield was thrilled and immediately got into

Peterson's car.

At first, Peterson had planned on taking Lea with him, but Sheffield disagreed. In the end, the father-son duo, along with a few of

Sheffield's friends, went to the Hilton family manor.

In the Hilton family manor

The manor was bustling with people. Most of them were Carlos' friends.

Wesley and Blair were already at the manor. Then came Damon and

Adriana, followed by Curtis and Colleen. Ivan and Kasie were present too, along with Dixon and Garnet, Xavier and his wife and even Kinsley and Yates, accompanied by their wives.

On the way to the manor, Sheffield picked up Joshua and his parents.

Gifford was headed to the manor on his own.

The manor was large. Even with over twenty people and a few servants in the living room, it still didn't seem crowded.

Since it was an important event, everyone was dressed formally. The men were in suits, and the women were delicately dressed.

The living room was bustling with excitement. Gwyn was playing with a windmill in her hand. Everyone took turns to hold her, and the little girl was very happy to see all these people in one place.

She exclaimed loudly when she saw Sheffield, “Daddy! Daddy!" She ran to him with a big smile on her face.

The little girl was dressed in purple, and she looked so adorable that even Peterson, who wasn't fond of kids, was excited to see her. He was so glad that this cute little girl was his granddaughter.

Peterson already had a few grandchildren, both girls and boys. But he never gave them much affection

There was no shortage of children in the Thompson family. Peterson had recently fathered a child, too, now more than a year old. He had kids and grandchildren of all different ages. So a kid was nothing special in his eyes. Gwyn, on the other hand, was special. He found himself growing fond of her, in spite of himself.

Sheffield held his daughter in his arms and kissed her forehead.

"Did you miss me, Gwyn?"