Dad had put on a smile more often, I believe Hilton Group would have been much more successful, * he thought.

Flattered, Sheffield said happily, “Come on, dear son. I love you! But

I have to correct you on one thing. Uncle Sheffield doesn't act more like a regular person, I AM a regular person. Got it? Only your grand. I mean, only someone Like your father isn't normal!"

Sheffield swallowed back the word “grandfather” under Carlos’ sharp eyes.

No matter how many years had passed, he still wouldn't dare to say anything bad about his father-in-law.

Confused, Godwin asked Sheffield, "Dad, didn't I behave well? Why do you want either Colman or Boswell to be your son?"

"No, no, no, my son! You behave very well! It's just that I wouldn't mind having more children. Wouldn't you Like to have more brothers like the four of them?" 'I didn't expect my son would be jealous!' Sheffield was quite pleased with it.

After giving it some thought, Godwin shook his head and answered, "No,

I don't mind!" In fact, he was excited to have four younger cousins, who were so smart that they could remember every herb Godwin showed them at first sight.

Sheffield clapped his hands and said, "Well, it's all settled then! Now it's up to your uncle Matthew and aunt Erica to let us have them!"

Terilynn chuckled.

“Sheffield, are you mad?" Matthew loved his four kids too much. How could he ever agree to give them to Sheffield?

Matthew gave him the side-eye and stated coldly, "If you ever cast your greedy eyes on my sons again, you'll have to kneel on the keyboard!"

Sheffield turned to his wife and said nervously, “Honey, you heard everything. I never offended him!"

"You want to steal his sons. How is this not offensive?" Evelyn asked.

“I was just kidding!" To be honest, he wanted one or two of Matthew's sons for himself, but he knew that Matthew would never agree to that, so he could only joke about it.

At that moment, Erica called her third child, who was making origami figures for Gwyneth.

"C, come here!"

Matthew frowned at how she addressed their son. She liked to call the four of them A, B, C, D, and he didn't like it.

"Doesn't he have a name?"

Erica responded nonchalantly, "C is easier!"

Matthew was speechless.

With a smile that revealed the two dimples on each side of his cheeks,

Colman trotted over and announced, "Mom, I'm here!"

“Tell everyone about your dream. What are you going to do when you grow up?" Erica had heard Colman talking about his dream before, but since the chefs hadn't finished cooking their dinner, they could still carry on with their casual conversation.