True Love Waits

Chapter 1285 Like A Spoiled Brat

Once he figured out Erica was crying over twelve billion dollars, Wesley thought that she was just making trouble out of nothing. Where would a girl like Erica get twelve billion?

Wesley opened his mouth to sort her out, but Matthew hurried to interrupt him. "Dad, Mom, it's really my fault this time."

Blair felt sorry for Erica. After all, the girl was beside herself with grief, but she also felt sorry for Matthew. The man was always taking the blame for things. "Don't blame yourself, Matthew. I think she's blowing things out of proportion."

Matthew nodded but proceeded to apologize gracefully and sincerely. "Rika, I'm sorry. It's all my fault," he said.

Wesley patted Erica's back and tried to calm her down. "There, there. Matthew's apologized to you. You don't need to cry anymore! If you keep crying, that's on you!"

Erica anxiously explained, "Dad, no. It's really on him..."

"Yeah, Rika's right. It's all my bad." Matthew came over and pulled her into his arms. He apologized again, "I'm sorry. Please don't cry."

Yvette already had a hunch something was wrong. Erica was acting weird in the supermarket earlier, and it got worse when they came back home. She asked in confusion, "What happened? You've been all weirded out since we got back from the supermarket. So, Rika-what's going on?"

Matthew answered for her, "Don't blame Rika, Yvette. And it's kind of awkward. Just know that I'm the one to pin it on."

Seeing him defending his wife all this time, Yvette nodded and just decided to drop it.

Gifford picked his ear casually and told Erica, "Look at Matthew. He's completely cool with this. Stop crying. It's the middle of the night, for Chrissake? You're crying like a pig in the slaughterhouse! I'm pretty sure our neighbors know by now."

When she heard this, Erica glared at her brother, eyes red from crying. She wanted to skin him alive. "Who are you calling a pig? Dad, look, even my brother is mean to me." And the waterworks started once

more.

thanks to Gifford, Erica was crying all over again. Wesley was so angry he kicked his son's leg and asked sternly, "A pig? Seriously? She's your sister!" Gifford wanted to avoid

felt so frustrated. He was a colonel, and a 33-year-old man. Yet, somehow, he was still like a little kid being disciplined by his father. "I was comparing shit. I wasn't calling her a pig!" He just felt that

that, he angered everyone. Even Matthew cast a cold glance at Gifford and said, "Rika has

was speechless. 'Well, forget

her hysteria, Blair tried persuading again, "Alright, simmer down! How old are you? You're still acting like a child. Work it

know what you're talking about! I can't forgive him." Erica stopped crying and

glanced at his daughter expressionlessly. "Rika, your mother is right.

talk. I think she'll understand." As she said this, Yvette pushed

them almost nose to nose. Erica

you, Yvette. We'll

done. Blair sighed heavily. "Damn it! Matthew's a great guy. Stop making a scene. Go to bed!" After

his grip and sat

out what he was doing. He had been very careful

hide it from her. He didn't tell her because he was afraid she wouldn't agree. Why shouldn't he get to enjoy himself without worrying about whether a kid might come along? He didn't know whether she would believe him or not, but

They were practically newlyweds;

it was

"Honey, my money, my houses and my cars are all yours, and me too. I'll give everything to you, but can you forgive

things." She was still angry with him and didn't

if she had

distressed before. He knew she still didn't love him. "No way!" If she didn't want him, what was he going to do? "Um, my money and stuff is kind of a package deal. You don't

again, but she didn't want to say

get some sleep. Erica knew she'd probably feel better in the

beside her, hugged her and continued to cajole