Molly slouched into her family's suburban home, her head hanging low. As soon as she stepped through the door, she locked eyes with her dad, Hansen. Father and daughter stared at each other, a heavy silence between them.

It was that damned fate - you always run into the person you least want to see.

"Dad, there's no such thing as a grudge that can't be mended between father and daughter, right?" Molly ventured.

"There is," Hansen replied curtly.

Jade was at a loss for words; why wasn't her dad following the script?

"Should I... go kneel in front of mom's portrait for a while?" Molly asked tentatively.

"Do that."

Jade: ""

She realized then, the whole 'like father, like daughter' thing was in full swing in the Cedillo household.

Defeated, Molly trudged upstairs and knelt before her late mother's photo.

So engrossed was she in her act of penance that her sisters didn't even notice she was home.

It wasn't until dinner when an extra plate appeared on the table that one of her sisters remarked, "Huh, when did you get back?" She had spent the whole afternoon in her room, video-calling her kids and Anya, oblivious to her best friend's return. Molly felt drained, too scared to speak up.

Andre had returned as well and was holding his mischievous son during dinner.

At the table, Molly didn't dare lift her head to meet her family's gaze.

However, the family didn't scold her again, and everyone dispersed after the meal.

Hansen had calmed down and had started to accept the situation.

Bruce, nagged by his wife, had also come around.

And Andre... had been forced to let it go.

Molly was uneasy. "Mia, do you think Dad and my brothers are just holding their breath, waiting to drop some big bombshell?"

a spat

had been back for

was ready, and it was

on her middle finger. "Molly, we used to mock the

their slogan

I still don't understand why Andre

and preparing to hand him

next day at a major shopping mall, Andre appeared, cuddling

jewelry counter. The crowd huddled around the display, but when he appeared, everyone held their breath, questioning

shock. Was that Andre holding a child? Andre,

in the rings, ignoring the stunned onlookers as he held his son close

taken out by his

caught the attention of the

are you looking

my wife," Andre replied while

at the little tyke in Andre's arms, a bit incredulous. "And this would

answered succinctly,

was astounded. This adorable little bundle was Andre's son? But it made sense; only a precious few would be held by

at their side. This was the first time seeing someone pick out a ring for his wife while holding his son-and that someone was Andre! Indeed, the wealthy do not follow

guys really only sell one ring per man

that's our

place. He pointed to

it for a moment, then lifted his son up to get his opinion. "Would this

one

settled on a 70-point round diamond ring they couldn't take

the little one

under the light. "We'll take this

little one cooed in agreement with

their choice, Andre pulled out his ID and bank card. "We'll go with this

son, Andre managed to sign his wife's information with one hand. A simple action that caused

in his father's arms; after all, as someone's baby, he had no say in

at the

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