The door of the villa was open, so she saw a handsome little boy in a grey shirt, watering the plants in the garden with his water gun.

When the boy heard the sound of the car, he looked over and put away his water gun immediately. With a smile on his face, he ran over happily and called out, "Grandpa!"

Erica knew that the boy was Hugo, Chantel's son. She had seen his pictures on her phone countless times.

Her tied hands excitedly patted Wesley's shoulder as she exclaimed,

“Dad, that's my nephew, Hugo!"

Wesley didn't even bother to look at her when he replied, "I'm not blind." Of course, he knew that it was his grandson, Hugo, who grew up with them.

‘I'm not blind, either. It's my first time to see my nephew in person.

Can't I be excited?’ she complained inwardly.

The car stopped just right in time that Blair, who fetched a glass of water for Hugo inside the villa, walked out. When she saw the car, her eyes filled with joy.

She knew that Wesley would bring Erica back.

That was the reason why she kept the door of the villa open, and she stayed outside with Hugo. She had been eagerly waiting for her daughter to come back.

“Grandma, is Aunt Rika back?" Hugo asked. Although he hadn't seen Erica personally, he had heard about her many times.

"Yes," Blair answered. Her face showed complicated emotions. She was angry that Erica had run away for too Long, but she couldn't also help feeling happy now that she finally came back.

Even if Blair was angry, Erica was still her daughter. Besides, Erica was now a mother to four kids.

Wesley got out of the car first and opened the back door for Erica

Without minding her tied hands, Erica immediately ran out of the car and threw herself into Blair's arms.

“Mom, I'm back."

The moment Blair heard her daughter's voice, her heart softened. She held back tears and gritted her teeth, refusing to look at Erica.

Knowing that her mother was enraged, Erica felt bad for the trouble she'd caused. She turned and told Wesley, “I'm home now. I won't run away. Let me go!"

Wesley snorted and ignored her

Erica hung her head, and her mood turned gloomy, rather than defiant.

Hugo lifted his head and said, "I got this. Here you go, Aunt Rika!"

Erica then remembered her dear nephew was also here. She half-squatted down and looked at him in the eye.

“Hi Hugo. So you know I'm your aunt?" she asked gently.

He drew himself up to his full height. The boy looked more and more like Chantel every day. He nodded and said, “Grandma said Grandpa was gonna pick you up!" So she must be his aunt.