On the third day, she vomited all over Dad when he picked her up. On the fourth day, when she finally opened her eyes, she rolled her eyes at my dad. Hahaha..." Gifford shook violently as he burst into laughter, reminiscing how angry Wesley was when baby Erica rolled her eyes at him.

"She's messed with Dad more times than I can count. Later, when she grew a bit older, she started doing the same to me. Every time I took her out of her playpen to play with her, she'd put her foot in my mouth. If you ask me how I got so strong and tall, I can tell you my secret-it's because I ate my sister's toejam," Gifford said.

“Hahaha.” The crowd burst into Laughter.

Matthew, on the other hand, wasn't Laughing. He showed no emotion at all, as if pretending not to hear Gifford talking about his new bride.

“When Rika got older, Mom began to lose control over her youngest daughter. She'd argue about the smallest things, and was able to find the loophole in anything you said. She should have studied to be a lawyer. Of course, people usually couldn't do anything but give in, because she was really cute when she was like that. My dad was the only one in our family who could somehow intimidate Rika. Fortunately, Dad had retired from the military and had time to pull on the leash. Ever since I can remember, my sister spent all her time running all over creation, while my father spent all his chasing after her. By the way,

Matthew, you need to hear this. Rika was probably a rabbit in her previous Life, because she runs really fast now. You better get good at running whenever you have time. She Likes to run off when she makes a mistake, rather than owning up to it.”

Matthew remained silent, while the guests burst into Laughter again.

Gifford seriously waved his hand to them and said, "I'm not kidding. My father was a good runner even before she was born. With Rika around, he learned to run even faster. Once, he chased after a thief who rode a scooter downtown. The thief couldn't go flat out without running into cars, but he was still fast. But my dad managed to catch up with it.

So, you can imagine how fast my sister runs!”

On that day, Gifford told Matthew a lot of things about Erica, and at the end he emphasized, “Don't tell Rika that I told you this. She doesn't get mad, she gets even."

“Okay," Matthew replied curtly.

Gifford didn't know if Matthew was listening or not. That poker face didn't tell him anything about what was going on in Matthew's mind.

At Pearl Villa District

A mysterious figure made his way to the third floor bedroom and pushed it open, silently. There was only one person inside the room, standing in front of the windowsill, talking on the phone. Her voice was sad.

"I know I said I'd marry you, but everything's changed. I have a kid now.

I married someone else, too, and he's not even the baby's father. So,

I'm sorry. Hyatt, I can't marry you!"

Anyone who listened to Erica would think she was a loose woman.

She fell in love with one guy, but she had a child with another guy, and then she married a completely different guy.

It sounded Like Erica was a playa.

Wearing a pair of slippers, Matthew quietly walked across the soft carpet and came to the clothes stand. He hung up his suit jacket.

Erica, intent on her phone call, suddenly saw a figure out of the corner of her eye. She was so scared that she almost dropped the phone.

She looked at the figure and realized that it was Matthew. She put a hand to her mouth and stifled her scream.

Then she Lowered her voice and said to the person on the other end of the phone, “Well, talk with you next time. I need a shower. Sweet dreams." Erica quickly hung up and rushed to the bathroom, phone in hand.

Closing the door, she leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, trying to calm down.