Chantel knew that Erica was being completely reasonable, but she was still worried. "Do you think that your parents will hate me when they find out that I'm carrying Gifford's child?" she asked.

This was not the first time she had thought about this. If Wesley and Blair thought that she was a gold digger who was using Gifford's child to marry into the Li family, she would be heartbroken and embarrassed to face them again.

"Of course not!" Erica exclaimed incredulously. "You know how much my parents still love and care for Ethan, even though he is not my child. How could they hate the woman who is carrying their grandchild? And you know about my mother. Gifford is almost thirty-three. Right now, she would accept anyone as his wife, as long as it's a woman!"

Blair was very worried about Gifford's marriage. If Chantel told her that she was carrying his child, Blair would be thrilled to death.

That was how much she wanted to be a grandmother.

Every time she called Gifford, she would add, "If you are planning to come back alone next time, don't even bother coming. I won't let you into the house! Just find a woman, will you? I don't care if she's old or young, or if she's from a poor family. And it would be wonderful if you got her pregnant too! I just don't care as long as you bring someone!"

Chuckling at the thought, Chantel finally made a decision. "Okay, I'll tell them once I'm unable to hide the baby bump!"

"Did Gifford say anything after you both had sex?" Erica asked her again.

"What do you mean?"

"Did he say that he would marry you or something like that?" After all, they had sex. Gifford wasn't the type of person who would take it lightly.

Chantel shook her head in disappointment, but then comforted Erica, "It doesn't matter. My goal was to get pregnant with his child, and I've achieved it. If he doesn't want to marry me, I won't force him."

She didn't want Gifford to hate her.

At that moment, there was a sharp knock on the door to Chantel's room. The two girls looked at each other vigilantly. Finally, Erica asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me. I'm coming in." It was Gifford. As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.

He saw the girls sitting on the edge of the bed

low voice, "Your father is here."

"Gifford, what are you doing?" Wesley asked, furrowing his brows.

Gifford put down his hand and glared at the complacent girl. "Nothing, Dad. My hand was just a little itchy."

'Rika has become more arrogant than before since she was married. Matthew is obviously spoiling her so much!' he thought.

Wesley was no fool. He knew that Gifford was going to slap Erica. He said coldly, "How about five hundred push-ups? That should get rid of your itch."

Gifford rolled his eyes. 'This man is so cruel to me. I'm the victim here.'

But he chose to keep his mouth shut.

When they went downstairs, Yvette walked in. Erica beamed and rushed towards her sister for a hug. They hadn't seen each other in a long time. "Yvette, I've missed you so much!" Erica said.

Stroking her head, Yvette said in a gentle voice, "Why didn't you come back to see me if you missed me so much? When you came back last time, you ran away from home! You're still naughty, Rika."

Knowing that she was referring to when it was Matthew's birthday, Erica giggled and held her arm tightly. "I'm back now, aren't I?"

"All right, all right. I really can't be mad at you!" In Yvette's eyes, Erica was the cutest little girl in the world.

The Li family was very lively that day. Before dinner, Yvette even called her fiance, Remus, over. The women sat and chatted, and the men drank together. It was a fun night, and the atmosphere was filled with happiness and warmth.action