They had Matthew, Gifford, Sheffield, Joshua, Remus, Harmon and Sean.

Each of them had their own strengths, each of them useful in the fight against evil.

Erica pouted and cried indignantly, “Dad! You're so sexist, you know that?"

Although she was not as powerful as a man, she could at least help. She thought Matthew would bring her along.

But now? What was he doing? He did everything behind her back.

“I'm not sexist. I just think that men should protect their women. Come on, let me explain it to you." Wesley pulled out a small stool and sat beside her.

What Matthew feared most was that Erica would be angry, so Wesley decided to talk to her first. Maybe he could smooth things over.

“What is there to say? You can talk to me till you're blue in the face, but it won't change anything. Matthew broke his promise. He not only left me here alone, but also dealt with my enemy. He thought I wouldn't find out? I wanted to avenge Orange myself!" The more Erica thought about it, the angrier she became.

Wesley patted her on the arm and demanded, “Come here, you. Let's talk about this like reasonable adults."

Seeing his stern eyes, Erica had to reluctantly sit back down on the swing, gripping the chains defiantly.

“Put yourself in Matthew's shoes for a minute. If you were him, would you hide behind a woman and let her put herself in danger?" Wesley asked in a calm voice.

“Dad, it's not Like that..." Matthew wasn't hiding behind her; it was just that she didn't want him to get involved.

“But it is, sweetie! I know you want to find the evidence of Michel's crime, but have you really thought this through? You're good, but not that good. By the time you uncover everything, Michel's grandson will be all grown up, and replace him. More importantly, if you delay this kind of thing for one more day, that will put countless people at risk from his dealers. They have a well-entrenched network, and he could easily increase the number of people hooked on his product. Michel's not your garden-variety drug lord. The police had found out a ton of drugs in Kirk's place, and he was just a lackey. If those supporting

Michel rallied their forces, then he might be difficult at best to deal with. He'd be like a plant with many roots. You might uproot some of them, but the rest just can't be seen. It's really scary, Rika." Wesley looked serious. He didn't try to frighten Erica, nor did he lie to her.

He believed that she understood.

Erica knew her father was right, but she was still angry Matthew went back on his word.

Wesley looked at his silent daughter and knew she was fuming.

"Well, don't be angry. You and Matthew have the same goal, that is, you want to bring Michel and his men to justice. You want to do it to avenge your friend. But what about Matthew? He did it all for you! Just for you! Why would he risk his life otherwise? He's the CEO of Hilton

Group. Why did he mess with a powerful drug lord? If you're still mad at him, Rika, I'LL disown you. I'm not going to have someone like you as my daughter. Think it over!"

After saying that, Wesley stood up and left the garden.

Erica was flabbergasted. Apparently he hadn't thought it over, either.

Would he give up seeing his grandkids that easily? She had not even been that angry. She thought she stated her case firmly, without getting upset. Why was Wesley so mad? Why did he leave as soon as he stood up? “Aren't you watching the kids?" she asked.

Without turning his head, Wesley answered, “No. I was pissed off so I let Blair handle them."

Erica was not convinced. She whispered, "You're mad at me, not them.

Don't punish them to get back at me, okay?"