As the Byrne family gathered for a group photo, Molly suddenly felt a wave of emotion hit her hard. Turning away, Mia stayed by her side, offering comforting words for what seemed like forever. "Molly, do you believe that our mom has become the sunshine, watching over you right now?" Mia whispered gently, her voice a soothing balm for Molly's sorrow.

Hansen, understanding his daughter's grief, stood up and said softly but firmly, "Come on, let's go light a candle for your mom."

The Byrne household was buzzing with excitement, and only on the big day did Coleen and Kendrick truly realize the joy of welcoming a daughter-in-law.

"Look at your family, taking in a girl halfway through her life and raising her as your own. Now, she's about to become your daughter-in-law. That's a real blessing," someone remarked.

Coleen, laughing, playfully complained, "You all know how much of a handful my girl can be. She's been your headache since she was little."

"What's there to worry about? After the wedding, it's Chad's turn to deal with our Molly. You can wash your hands of it," they teased.

Coleen nodded with a smile. "You're right, but Chad has a knack for handling Molly."

While the Byrnes were filled with joy, the Cedillos were soaked in sorrow. The bride was in tears, "Andre, you're the strongest. Can't you just stop me from getting married?" Andre was speechless.

Waking up, little Henry looked at his aunt, who seemed to be stealing his title of 'Crybaby,' completely baffled. What's going on? Is there a competition for this now?

Mia tried to comfort her sister, "Stop crying, Molly. You're even stealing the spotlight from my son. Usually, he'd be the one crying at this time, but today, you've outdone him." Molly looked at her confused nephew. "Henry, how about you marry into the Byrne family with your aunt?"

Henry turned his face away, clearly not interested.

Early in the morning, the wedding procession of cars lined up outside the Cedillo residence was a sight to behold.

Chad, as promised, arrived dressed in Molly's favorite style, bouquet in hand, a beacon of happiness as he approached the Cedillo home.

Upon entering, Leo, the eldest nephew, was handed a generous gift.

Swinging the gift, Leo mused, "Never thought I'd receive a wedding gift from Jade, and as a nephew, no less."

Soon, Leo received another gift, this one meant for Anya to be kept safe.

himself in a peculiar situation, blocking the bedroom door with a basin. No gift,

prosperity and blessings for the next year. As the uncle,

bent down, lifting the little one from the basin and tucking a generous gift into

think his son was too adorable, stealing the

frantically hiding her wedding shoes. "What should I do? Where should I

them in the

the noses of cops seems a bit misguided." The room was bustling with Mia, Naomi, and several of Molly's distant cousins, all gathered, some with children in tow, including Minnie and the photographer from the day before. "How about

the shoes get ruined today, or

the ever-so-sweet yet clueless Anya had a bright idea, "Auntie, just

aunt still wants to get married

mean searching for

laughter to the room, her naivety endearing to

especially

asked, "Molly, where does Chad usually

pondered, "He

of the wedding party arrived, causing a stir among the women, especially since the shoes were

Mia was speechless.

knock sounded, "Molly, open up, I'm here," Chad's voice

panic, Molly tossed her wedding shoes

wondered, "Auntie, if you can't reach your

for whoever wants to marry

determined to wed his bride, slid more than twenty gifts under the

open the door? That's hardly enough. Officer Chad and his groomsmen are some of our city's finest. Let's test your professional knowledge. Get the question wrong, and you can't marry

the door for me,

aren't the same," Stephania retorted

back at Chad, "Master,

Chad's friends from his police academy days heard about the wedding, they all showed up, a swarm of

money doesn't work, what will?" they

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