I make a suggestion? How about I call your son and let him know..."

Telling Matthew that his father had come to visit him might reduce some of his wrath. Otherwise, he might offend Matthew if it seemed as though he had heard Carlos and supported him.

"Alas! The father and son made an interesting pair.'

"That is your choice. I approached you as I want to conclude the matter. I hope the case can be held as scheduled," Carlos said. As far as he knew, the young couple argued because of Phoebe. If the trial could be held as planned, Phoebe would come to a miserable end, and he wouldn't have to deliberately remove the source of trouble between his son and daughter-in-law.

It would be like killing two birds with one stone.

As the couple was still in a stalemate, the case was going to be held as scheduled.

When Matthew received the phone call, his face darkened with anger.

But his wife was pregnant. He had no choice but to let her do what she wanted.

The night before the trial, the pregnant woman stood by the bed with an arm around her baby bump, and proudly declared, “Oh, my God! You can't protect your mistress anymore. Your wife is going to turn the tables!"

A hint of danger glimmered in the man's eyes as he said, “Are you happy now?"

“Of course!" She was so overjoyed that she didn't notice she was inviting trouble.

"Come here!" Matthew ordered with a wave of his hand.

Erica was so excited that she didn't overthink. She glided up to him, and lovingly ran her hand over her smooth belly.

"Do you want to greet your sons?"

"Okay."

This had been Matthew's routine every night since he learned of her pregnancy. Without hesitating, Erica climbed onto the bed and put her belly close to him.

What began as Matthew bonding with his unborn children soon turned into something more passionate. Despite her slight unwillingness at the beginning, Erica gave in to his desires.

Later, in the middle of the night, she placed her hands on her hips and groaned, "My waist hurts..."

The man had just stepped out after a shower. After a moment's pause, he thought he knew a way to cure what ailed his wife.

“How much money do I have to give you to treat your affliction?"

Erica smiled shyly, "Don't be Like this. Well, one hundred thousand!"

“That's too Little. It's not even worth the trouble of fetching my checkbook!" His eyes bore into his wife as he waited for her to change her answer.

“One million!" she said after some hesitance.

The man didn't even blink.

“Five million!" Erica cried.