“What? You mean Erica? Hey, say it right. Isn't she my daughter? You can't just call her your daughter!" Wesley was filled with envy when he heard someone else refer to Erica as “daughter.”

“Erica is my daughter now. Don't be jealous. After all, I have to thank you for raising such a good daughter for the Hilton family," Carlos said proudly.

They were now old enough to tease each other and praise each other's daughters and sons.

“Who envies you? Gifford has a wife now, and she will give birth to his baby two or three months earlier than Rika. I bet you will envy me then. Ha-ha!" Wesley Laughed happily. It was a fortunate turn of events that Chantel had conceived Gifford's baby first. Otherwise, Carlos’ flaunting would have unsettled him.

Carlos could feel Wesley's smug smile from the other end of the line.

“Childish! Don't forget that Rika is having twins. My wife and I will each be holding a granddaughter by then.”

"It doesn't matter. If you keep showing off, I'll ask Rika to come home. Then, I'll hold her two daughters, and my wife will hold our son's daughter. You will have to come to Askor if you want to see your granddaughters."

Carlos snorted at Wesley's comment, “I've never seen such a bad father-in-law like you."

“Oh, really? Well, now you have!" Wesley sat cross-legged in his seat and poured a cup of tea from a dark-red teapot.

Although Carlos had two sons-in-law who respected him very much, Wesley had Matthew. Carlos had raised his son for more than twenty years, and now, the excellent young man had become Wesley's son. His filial son-in-law always gave him many rare and precious gifts, and each was worth a lot.

For example, this dark-red teapot was as good as Carlos’ azure mud teapot that Sheffield had gifted him a few years ago.

“Wesley, Let's have a competition someday. After a few moves, you will know who the stronger one is," Carlos challenged.

“No, I don't need to know. Show Debbie your moves and strength. You and

I should only battle a few rounds on the chessboard!"

“You are so naughty, old guy. I'm ashamed of you." When Wesley mentioned Debbie, Carlos glanced around in search of his wife. He found her standing not far away, watering the flowers while sending messages in the group chat. ‘Wow, my wife is beautiful, just like the day I married her.' Suddenly, Carlos was driven by the urge to show Debbie how much he still desired her.

“What did I say that was so wrong?" Wesley deliberately sounded confused. But, a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Carlos had other plans. He didn't want to spend more time on Wesley.

“I guess Rika should call Blair to tell her the good news. I'm going to end the call now.”

“Hmm. We should catch up over drinks when I come to Alorith Later."

“Remember to bring your liquor

“The older you get, the more stingy you become!"

With a chuckle, the two old men ended the call, and sought their wives.

Carlos glimpsed at Debbie's phone screen. She was chatting with Erica in private.

"Come to the manor for dinner tonight. I'll ask a chef to cook for you."

“Okay, thank you, Mom!" Erica gleefully accepted.