Boswell was not frightened.

“You know we were all asleep and don't have any evidence! That's why you are so arrogant," he pouted angrily.

“Aren't you a smart one?' Matthew was amused. ‘He is my son, after all.' Still, he pretended to be serious and said, "Remember to collect evidence before you question me next time. Without evidence, it's just slandering. 'Slan-der-ing.' Do you understand what that means? Let me tell you how serious an offense that is. Depending on the case, you could be sentenced to less than three years in prison or detention, and could be placed under public surveillance, while being deprived of political rights. Do you understand now? So, think twice before you speak next time. If you end up spouting something at the wrong place and at the wrong time, what kind of consequences will you bring upon yourself?"

Stunned, Erica scolded, "Matthew! You can't be serious! The child is only three years old. What does he know about all these?" ‘Is this man really his father? Why is he frightening his own kid?' she pondered.

Matthew thought otherwise.

"Do you really think that our kids are as innocent as other three-year-old kids?"

“Well, that. Erica stammered. As their mother, she knew better than anyone else that her sons were much smarter than peers of their age.

Sometimes, she felt like they were smarter than her.

“We have to teach them all this while they are still young. Habits—good or bad-are developed from childhood," said Matthew.

Leaning his head against his mother's belly, Colman looked at his father excitedly.

“Dad, you're so cool!"

Matthew arched his brow in surprise. ‘What's so cool about this?‘

“Don't try to flatter me," he said to his Little boy.

Sitting up straight, Colman retorted seriously, "I'm not flattering you; I'm serious! Do you think we'll be as cool and handsome as you when we grow up?"

This time, Matthew couldn't keep his calm. He was thrilled deep inside.

After all, he just received a sincere praise from his son. He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed with Boswell in his arms.

Instantly, Boswell slipped out and climbed into Erica's arms. Matthew didn't mind and continued to chat with Colman.

"Tell me, why do you want to be Like me?"

Unexpectedly, the little guy became shy. He lowered his head and whispered, “Hmm...I can only marry once in my life, and I want a beautiful wife. If I don't look handsome, I won't get the most beautiful girl in the world!"

Matthew was dumbfounded and Erica Laughed out Loud.

She patted Colman's Little butt and said, "You are only three! Why do you want a wife already? You are nothing like your father! I wonder whom you take after!"

His butt didn't hurt at all. After thinking, Colman answered, "Probably

Uncle Sheffield!" After all, it was his uncle who had told him this.

Erica rolled her eyes.

“I don't think you take after your uncle Sheffield; you are just influenced by his stupidity," Matthew commented. He was going to have a word with Sheffield when he was free. He couldn't let his idiot brother-in-law instill such thoughts in his son's mind.