Before leaving, Wesley glared at the troublemaker and thought, ‘Well, you thought you could set me up, Erica? Just wait and see.’ “Remember to run five kilometers!” he reminded her.

“Okay, Dad!” Erica readily agreed to her punishment.

But she rolled her eyes as she did so. Obviously, she was up to something.

Wesley’s tone was harsh and helpless all at the same time. “Don’t make any trouble for me!”

“No, I won’t. Don’t worry,” Erica promised quickly.

‘Don’t worry? How could I not worry?’ Wesley was sure that Erica wouldn’t run the five kilometers as she was told.

Sure enough, after Wesley came back, he had Wahaha milk in hand. He spent some time making sure Blair was okay. Erica walked in calmly and told him, “Dad, I finished the 5k run like you asked!”

Wesley didn’t believe her at all. He stared at her coldly and spat, “I’ve been gone less than twenty minutes. You sure you finished your run?”

“Yes, I did. Right, Dad?” she asked a figure behind her. It was Carlos, and he stepped forward with his wife.

Carlos nodded and lied. “Oh yeah, it’s true. I saw it with my own eyes. Take good care of your wife.”

Wesley’s mind was blown. He held his wife, who was sucking down her milk, and remained silent.

Well, he realized that he couldn’t punish Erica around the Huo family in the future. There were too many people defending her.

After the first lunar month had passed, Erica sent all the evidence of Michel’s crimes collected by Matthew and others to the Prosecutor General’s Office.

Half a month later, the police officially set up a task force to investigate the allegations against Michel and his companions.

From winter to spring, the police had found more than 30 tons of drugs in Parasol Mountain and more than a dozen drug caches had been uncovered. Smuggling routes had been discovered and closed up. Arrests were made. This was front page news.

Later, Michel and Neville were sentenced to death for their heinous crimes.

In March, Matthew and Erica traveled to M Country. They wanted to visit Orange’s tomb and pay their respects.

Orange was buried near his home town, in the country he’d been born in.

Orange had made many friends when he was alive, so his tomb was buried in the myriad flowers and gifts from his friends and allies.

It had been almost a year since Erica had been here.

Last ti

ally pregnant…

Matthew took out his phone and called the ambulance. Then he called the person in charge of the stables and gave him their location. “Send a car here! Now!”

Half an hour later, Erica was on the way to the emergency room again. She was indeed pregnant. She almost had a miscarriage because of strenuous exercise.

It hadn’t been long—7 weeks. Erica was busy from dusk until dawn every day, so she really didn’t notice anything was wrong.

But she didn’t know that her period was irregular because she was pregnant.

When Carlos and Debbie got the news and rushed to the hospital, they found that Erica lying in bed with an IV.

Carlos patted his son on the shoulder and spat, “So Rika’s pregnant. Why didn’t you pay attention to her? Why did you take her out horseback riding?”

This time, Matthew didn’t retort. He silently endured Carlos’ nagging.

Erica, who was lying in the bed, explained weakly, “Dad, I insisted on doing it. This isn’t on Matthew at all. Don’t blame him.”

“Rika, you don’t have to defend him. He is a man in his thirties. He didn’t even notice you’re pregnant. It is his fault!” Carlos believed Matthew was to blame, and no one could change his mind.

Debbie sighed. “Simmer down, everyone. Thank God Rika and the baby are all right. It’s good news. Don’t be angry.”

Carlos’ face softened when he heard that.

Taking a lesson from the past, Matthew had kept an eye on Erica during her pregnancy. He didn’t even allow her to leave Y City, let alone travel abroad. He was afraid she would run away from home again.