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.

the bedroom door with a basin. No

ceremony master quickly intervened, "A child in the basin signifies prosperity and blessings for the next year. As the uncle, it's time to give a

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

up in the moment, couldn't help but think his son was too adorable, stealing the

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

them in

you forgotten what the groom and his groomsmen do for a living? Hiding something right under the noses of cops seems a bit misguided." The room was bustling with Mia,

shoes get ruined today, or I

had a bright idea, "Auntie, just throw your wedding shoes out the

your aunt

out would mean searching for them

laughter to the room, her naivety endearing

especially with a wedding to a

asked, "Molly, where does

"He goes

the sound of the wedding party arrived, causing a stir among the women, especially since the shoes were still not hidden. Molly directed, "Mia, guard the door. If anyone tries to come in,

Mia was speechless.

I'm here," Chad's voice resonated

a panic, Molly tossed her wedding shoes onto the top of

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

whoever wants to marry me to figure

more than twenty gifts

professional knowledge. Get the question wrong, and you can't marry our Molly," Stephania announced from inside. Hearing this, Chad turned

the door for me, will

Our sides aren't the same," Stephania

"Master, I

from his police academy days heard about the wedding, they all showed up, a swarm of officers from various cities and

work, what will?" they

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