However, at that moment, the two women both thought of another important problem. They both were doing their best-by their own means— to arrange things so that Chantel could have a child from Gifford. But what if sleeping with him once wasn't enough to get her pregnant? It was a hairy situation. What should they do?

Erica tried to be comforting and sent a message that said, "You focus on your studies. I'll think of a way." She would figure everything out.

After all, she had an omnipotent husband.

“Okay, thank you, Rika!"

“You're welcome. We're family!" As far as Erica was concerned, Chantel was like an adopted daughter of the Leonard family. If she managed to get pregnant with Gifford's child one day, she would become her sister-in-law. Erica was sure they would be real family sooner or later.

Looking at Erica's message, Chantel was so touched her eyes watered.

The day gave way to evening. Erica stayed busy, but kept an ear out for any sign of movement outside.

At the sound of a car pulling in, she rushed downstairs. A moment later she stood in front of Matthew, slightly panting.

He looked her up and down and thought, ‘She's not doing so bad! She's regained her energy quickly enough. '

Not saying a word at first, Erica turned around and went to the dining room, where she retrieved a plate of fruits. In a dramatic matter, as that of one presenting a treasure to a king, she put it in front of her husband.

"Matthew, this is the fruit I picked myself. Have a taste."

Her unusual sweetness put Matthew on his guard at once. ‘There must be something wrong. What's she up to?' Having none of it, he spoke flatly.

“What do you want? Just get straight to the point."

Erica giggled and explained awkwardly, “Nothing much. I just want to apologize to you..."

“Well, I won't accept your apology!" he told her. His wife had put him through a lot: climbing over the wall and running away, giving him a bloody nose, punching, kicking... As he saw it, it was clear he'd been too humble and easygoing with Erica.

If he didn't teach her a hard Lesson, she would think he was easy to bully.

She shamelessly approached him, still acting sweet and innocent.

“Oh, don't be like that. I really picked these fruits myself. Try this chocolate strawberry. It's good! Come on, just open your mouth!"

"You know, Phoebe is still in the hospital," remarked Matthew, glancing at the tray.

“Why don't you take the fruit and go pay her a visit?"

“Pay her a visit?" Erica echoed. A surge of fury rose up within her, and she started toward the trash can.

"I'd rather throw the fruit out.

Forget about it! I'm done apologizing to you. Forgive me or don't-I don't care!"

She was on the verge of dumping the fruit into the trash can, when

Matthew spoke again, less harsh than before.