When Carlos and Debbie got the news and rushed to the hospital, they found that Erica lying in bed with an IV.

Carlos patted his son on the shoulder and spat, “So Rika's pregnant.

Why didn't you pay attention to her? Why did you take her out horseback riding?"

This time, Matthew didn't retort. He silently endured Carlos' nagging.

Erica, who was lying in the bed, explained weakly, “Dad, I insisted on doing it. This isn't on Matthew at all. Don't blame him."

“Rika, you don't have to defend him. He is a man in his thirties. He didn't even notice you're pregnant. It is his fault!" Carlos believed

Matthew was to blame, and no one could change his mind.

Debbie sighed.

"Simmer down, everyone. Thank God Rika and the baby are all right. It's good news. Don't be angry.”

Carlos’ face softened when he heard that.

Taking a Lesson from the past, Matthew had kept an eye on Erica during her pregnancy. He didn't even allow her to leave Alorith, let alone travel abroad. He was afraid she would run away from home again.

When Erica was eight weeks along, the ultrasound showed she was carrying more than one baby-she was having twins! Matthew was a mighty baby-maker! At least, that was what Erica thought. He should be feeling proud of himself now.

She Looked at the man who had done this to her. He was as calm as ever.

Erica felt like weeping, but had no tears. She wanted to strangle

Matthew again. Why did he always produce so many at once? Wasn't one child good enough?

But since she was pregnant, she could give Matthew hell. After all, what was the point of being bloated and miserable if she couldn't take it out on him? At the thought of this, Erica lost her temper.

"Get out!" she ordered.

“What's wrong?" he asked innocently.

“The moon's not full tonight.

We're not sleeping in the same bed. No way," she said.

“What does the moon have to do with anything?" What he could do? He couldn't change the phase of the moon.

“It is because I say it is. It's your fault it's not full!" she spat.

Matthew was confused, but he knew she was mercurial. There was no arguing with her when she was like this. He could only go downstairs to whip up a bowl of noodles for her. That was probably the best thing for his pregnant wife.

It did make her feel better, though. And he was able to sleep in the same bed with her.

But in the dark of the night, Erica rested an arm and a leg on Matthew.