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.

Wesley was so angry he kicked his son's leg and asked sternly, "A pig? Seriously? She's your sister!" Gifford wanted to avoid the kick, but he

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 Erica's crying fit was just her being a

Matthew cast a cold glance at Gifford and said, "Rika has good reason to cry. Let her." 'Comparing my wife to a pig! What in the world were

young colonel was speechless. 'Well, forget

Erica to end her hysteria, Blair tried persuading again, "Alright, simmer down! How old are you? You're still acting like a child. Work it out with Matthew. He's been apologizing to you." The aging mother felt Erica was becoming more and more childish, acting like a

Erica stopped crying and answered decisively, her eyes

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

take Rika back to the bedroom and have a good talk. I think she'll understand."

almost nose to nose. Erica lost

thank you, Yvette. We'll have a good

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

a fit of anger, she broke free of his grip and sat back on the bed with

been very careful every time he used the condoms, so where did she

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 he also didn't

with him. They were practically newlyweds; who would satisfy his

it was his

into his arms and whispered in her ear, "Honey, my money, my houses and my cars are all yours, and me too. I'll give everything to you, but can you

"I only want the first three things." She was still

had his money, houses and cars, she would still be

didn't want him, what was he going to do? "Um, my money and stuff is kind of a package deal. You don't

a long face again, but she didn't want to say that she didn't want the twelve

some sleep. Erica

lay down beside her, hugged her and continued to cajole her, "I swear