Chapter 1067 Domestic Storm

Wesley wasn't as furious as he pretended to be. He always assumed a strict face in front of Erica, because otherwise, she would never be afraid of him. But he had already given up on scolding her.

During this time, Matthew whispered something into Gwyn's ear. Shifting her gaze back to look at the angry Wesley, she ran to him with spread out arms and called in a sweet voice, "Grandpa! Hug."

At the sight of the little girl, Wesley's anger melted away completely. He crouched down and picked her up, laughing. "Gwyn, did Grandpa scare you?"

'Ah, no wonder Carlos is doing everything he can to keep Gwyn by his side. Who wouldn't want to spend their old age with such a lovely granddaughter?'

Erica saw that her father's mood had changed and made a face at Wesley before sitting next to Evelyn. "Evelyn, you're much nicer to me than Dad. I'll stay here with you hereafter! I can cook fried steak, drumsticks, make crisps and chicken popcorn! I can wash clothes and clean. I'm an expert. Let me stay here as your sister."

Wesley undercut her. "Evelyn, don't trust her. You think she can do all that? The only thing she does best is eat!"

Evelyn chuckled. She held the pouting Erica in her arms, and said, "Erica is just a teenager, Uncle Wesley. She will learn soon."

Erica nodded violently. "Yes! Yes! I learned to cook French fries and—"

"And you almost blew up the kitchen!" Wesley cut in without mercy.

"But I didn't! The kitchen is still intact. I also cooked steak once."

"You mean, charred steak."

Erica's face darkened. She protested loudly, "Dad! How can you treat me like this? I'm your daughter! Did you pick me up from the street or something? Why are you so mean to me?"

Everyone in the room laughed at her heated protests.

Wesley pretended to think about her argument for a while, and then nodded. "Actually, I found you in a trash bin. You are not my biological kid," he said, shrugging casually. It was hard not to believe that. After all, Erica didn't take after Blair or Wesley.

"Fine! I'll call Mom and tell her that you suspect her of cheating!"

"What? Hey, I never said that! Get over here! You're going to be punished for that!" With Gwyn in his arms, Wesley took two steps f

n you so much more. You should be satisfied with it."

Felton echoed angrily, "That's right! My wife's betrothal gift was also only a few million dollars. Dad is offering your wife more than a billion, and yet you are being ungrateful and greedy!" He turned to Peterson and said, "Dad, how can you be so partial towards him?" Sheffield was about to get a thousand times more fortune than they had gotten.

Sheffield looked around the table and asked calmly, "Both Kaylee and Felton have a problem with the betrothal gift. Daphne, Sandra, what about you? Do you have a problem with it too?"

When Daphne Bi married into the Tang family, her betrothal gift had also been the same as the others. But she was smarter than the rest of them. She shook her head slightly, saying, "As long as Dad is happy with the decision."

As a daughter-in-law, Daphne Bi had no rights to argue. But Sandra was Peterson's daughter. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind. "How can Dad be happy after giving away so much money? Sheffield, don't put him in an awkward position. The Tang family is a large clan. He needs to be fair to everyone. If he shows partiality like this, he will not be able to govern this family."

Lea had no say in such matters. She sat silently next to Peterson, eating her breakfast.

If Peterson gave away all the good stuff to Sheffield, what would be left for her one-year-old son? But even though she was dissatisfied, she could only silently bear through the conversation.