Take My Breath Away

Erica was astounded by Matthew's suggestion. Hesitatingly, she asked, "You want Ethan to live with us in Y City?" 'Is he willing to be Ethan's stepfather?' she wondered.

Matthew nodded.

"Really?" Hope sprang in Erica's heart. She had believed that Matthew wouldn't agree to Ethan living with them. After all, it would bring shame to him if others learned that Matthew was raising the child his wife conceived with another man.

Matthew nodded again.

After some contemplation, Erica refused, "No, thanks. I can come back often to visit him. Let's go!" With Ethan settled at the Li family residence, she would have an excuse to travel home.

If she took Ethan to Y City, she was afraid that Matthew would eventually grow to resent him. Then Erica wouldn't know what she would do.

Blair agreed with Erica as she thought it was better to let Ethan stay with her and Wesley. "Matthew, Wesley and I have nothing to do at home. We are happy to take care of Ethan as the boy brings us great joy. If Rika misses Ethan, she can come back at any time. You don't need to take him home. Besides, Rika doesn't know how to take care of him." She thought that Matthew treated her daughter well enough. And so, she didn't want Ethan to be the source of trouble between them.

Erica restrained her emotions as she surrendered the baby to Blair. Then, she turned to Wesley, who was drinking water in the kitchen, and said, "Dad, let's go."

"On my way!" After downing the last mouthful of water, Wesley trotted to catch up with them.

He volunteered to drive them to the airport. However, Blair didn't accompany them as she had to watch Ethan. So, there were only three of them in the car.

On their way to the airport, Wesley repeatedly instructed Erica to go to school as soon as she arrived at Y City. He also told her not to make any trouble. He wanted her to study hard, be a good student, and listen to Matthew.

"I'm not a three-year-old kid. Why should I listen to him?" Erica whined in a low voice.

"Why? Because Matthew is much better than you in every aspect. If he weren't with you, I would worry about you being alone in Y City," Wesley snapped.

Hearing that, Erica could not help but pick her ears helplessly. "Dad, I have never heard you speak so highly of Gifford. I'm afraid that Matthew is your biological son. Isn't he? I've heard you praising him nonstop since my return yesterday. I'm tired of hearing it."

"I have a headache because I can't stand you being so stubborn. You're such a willful girl. How I wish Matthew were my son! Matthew, if she refuses to behave, call me, and I'll tea

tthew would blame her for her carelessness.

As the wine bottle had shattered, and the wine was all over the floor, Erica was unable to see the label or taste the wine.

She had no time to clean either. Just then, an idea popped into her head. She quickly stood and checked the tag where the red wine bottle had been placed.

The tag read, "Chateau Lafite, a limited edition of wine from 1961."

As her grandma was an admirer of red wine, Erica knew the Chateau Lafite was the empress of the kingdom of wine. It was one of the five grand wineries in Bordeaux.

Not only was this bottle of wine produced in 1961, but it was also a limited edition. No wonder it smelled so good.

So, she felt she was indeed in big trouble!

She quickly pulled out her phone, and with nimble fingers, dialed Cecelia's number without hesitation. "Grandma, do you know Chateau Lafite?" Erica suddenly realized that she had asked a stupid question. How was it possible that her grandma didn't know Chateau Lafite?

"Of course, I know. What's wrong, girl?" Cecelia asked.

"What will be the price of a bottle of red wine produced by them in 1961? Oh, it's a limited edition."

After thinking for a while, Cecelia answered, "The price of a bottle of wine from 1961 could be worth at least tens of thousands of dollars. But, if it is a limited edition, it could be worth hundreds of thousands. Why do you ask this? Do you have such a bottle of wine?"

"Yes, I have, but..." Erica glanced at the debris on the floor helplessly. She was doomed.

'Forget it. If Matthew gets mad at me, I'll give him the money, ' she thought.

"But what?" Cecelia asked.

"But, I broke it," Erica cried when she couldn't contain the anxiety coursing through her.