"What? Are you shitting me? She ran away again?" Wesley asked in disbelief.

"No, I'm afraid this piece of news is poo-free. Rika dumped her bodyguards and went AWOL when she was on holiday in Cass!" Carlos answered.

Wesley stood up abruptly and asked, "How'd that happen? Did she run away by herself?"

It had only been a month since Carlos told him the good news that Erica was pregnant with twins. Why did she run away?

"No one knows. She did leave a letter to Matthew, asking us not to look for her." As an elder, Carlos felt guilty after Erica took off.

Matthew must have done something again.

When Blair heard someone ran away, it didn't take her long to figure out it was Erica. It was always Erica.

She immediately dropped what she was working on and approached her husband. She asked anxiously, "What's going on, Wesley?"

Wesley didn't answer her; he was still listening to Carlos on the phone.

On the other hand, Chantel lowered her head and clenched her clothes nervously. 'She did it! Rika got away from her bodyguards!'

historical

"My daughter is impossible!" Wesley was so pissed off his blood pressure skyrocketed. He paced back and forth in the living room like a tiger in its cage. "I really don't think it's Matthew this time. I know what kind of person my daughter is. It can't be his fault. She's gone too far this time! She didn't even think about her two babies at all!"

A moment later, he told Carlos, "Blair and I are heading your way now. We need to put our heads together and bring Erica back! Bring yourself and your ideas!"

Then Wesley hung up the phone and urged Blair to pack her things before leaving for Y City.

Chantel stood up from the chair and asked, "Dad, where's Rika? Is something wrong?"

Wesley took a deep breath and answered gently, "She ran away again. I'm off to Y City with your mom. You hold down the fort here. I'll get Yvette to come and take care of you for a couple days."

"No need for that, Dad. That's what maids are for. Don't bother Yvette. Besides, I'll be at school all day. Don't worry about me." Chantel didn't dare to look into Wesley's eyes because she felt guilty. Her eyes darted from place to place.

Wesley was so pissed off he didn't pay much attention to her. Otherwise, he would have figured out she was involved. "I wish Rika was an awesome girl like you. She is such a drama queen! It seems she'll al

ith that.'

On the fourth day, the man lay in the bed, his wife's scent lingering in the sheets. He began seriously thinking about a question. 'When did you become such a heartless woman, Rika? You left without saying goodbye, leaving me only a lock of hair and a letter. Why didn't you take me with you?'

On the fifth day, it rained heavily in Y City. Matthew was holding the strand of hair in his hand. 'I hate you, Rika. I hate you for abandoning me and leaving with our sons.'

The sixth day, he thought to himself, 'Rika, I love you.'

Matthew had been waiting for a month, but he still couldn't figure out what kind of money she was living on. There were countless dollars on her bank card, but she hadn't used a penny since she disappeared.

The man threw the cup against the wall. It shattered, the pieces falling to the floor, and a dark stain cascaded down the wall.

'Does money mean anything to you, my one and only? You saved so much money, why didn't you use it?'

In fact, it would be better if she did use her money. She wouldn't need to live a hard life with the money he gave her. He really didn't want her doing hard work. She had money to live on.

But she didn't use any money from her bank account.

He didn't know how she could make it. No money, pregnant, he just couldn't figure it out. And the longer he thought about it, the worse it made him feel.

Besides, she had won the first and second places in the photography contest.

The photo that got first place was a group photo of the two of them, which named 1+1=3. The second one was his portrait.