They had almost snapped her out of it. Now, thanks to Gifford, Erica was crying all over again. Wesley was so angry he kicked his son's Leg and asked sternly, “A pig? Seriously? She's your sister!"

Gifford wanted to avoid the kick, but he knew that would just cause more trouble. He stood there and took it like a man.

He felt so frustrated. He was a colonel, and a 33-year-old man. Yet, somehow, he was still like a little kid being disciplined by his father.

“I was comparing shit. I wasn't calling her a pig!" He just felt that Erica's crying fit was just her being a drama queen.

However, he didn't know that he'd pissed anyone off. But it was more than that, he angered everyone. Even Matthew cast a cold glance at

Gifford and said, “Rika has good reason to cry. Let her." ‘Comparing my wife to a pig! What in the world were you thinking? If anyone needs a lesson, it's you, ‘ Matthew thought.

The young colonel was speechless. ‘Well, forget it.*

Fighting the urge to slap Erica to end her hysteria, Blair tried persuading again, “Alright, simmer down! How old are you? You're still acting like a child. Work it out with Matthew. He's been apologizing to you." The aging mother felt Erica was becoming more and more childish, acting Like a spoiled brat.

"Mom, you don't know what you're talking about! I can't forgive him."

Erica stopped crying and answered decisively, her eyes as red as a rabbit's.

‘Can't forgive Matthew? So she's going to keep causing problems?’

Wesley thought, then glanced at his daughter expressionlessly.

“Rika, your mother is right. Start giving a little!"

“That's right. Matthew, take Rika back to the bedroom and have a good talk. I think she'll understand." As she said this, Yvette pushed her sister towards Matthew.

Yvette's push brought them almost nose to nose. Erica lost her balance and fell into Matthew's waiting arms.

“Okay, thank you, Yvette. We'll have a good talk.”

Since Matthew had been apologizing the whole time and his attitude was very sincere, Erica was the one they started harping on by the time everything was said and done.

Blair sighed heavily.

"Damn it! Matthew's a great guy. Stop making a scene. Go to bed!" After saying that, she not only pushed them inside the bedroom, but also closed the door behind them.

Erica felt so helpless. She was so down in the dumps. Why didn't anyone nag Matthew?

In a fit of anger, she broke free of his grip and sat back on the bed with a burp.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Matthew wondered how Erica figured out what he was doing. He had been very careful every time he used the condoms, so where did she even get the idea?

In fact, he didn't mean to hide it from her. He didn't tell her because he was afraid she wouldn't agree. Why shouldn't he get to enjoy himself without worrying about whether a kid might come along?

He didn't know whether she would believe him or not, but he also didn't

Like using condoms. But if he didn't use them, she'd get pregnant, and he wouldn't be able to make love to her for almost a year.