Watching Mia Garcia laugh with a gentle and charming demeanor, Eric Collins felt his heart soften.
Yes, in the end, everything still fell on his own son.
It's just that this son had become his grandson in name. Nevertheless, this child still carried his blood. Be it a son or a grandson, in the end, they were still of his seed.
"Dad, I now also know about Harry Collins's situation. With this, I really hope that I'm carrying a son this time. It would relieve your worries," Mia Garcia said with a smile, leaning into his embrace. "I'll definitely bear you a son, willingly."
"Mia, you really are charming." Soft and fragrant in his arms, Eric Collins felt like he was about to float away.
Mia Garcia continued her tender assault and said, "People say that a woman's tenderness is pampered out of them by a man. My tenderness was pampered out of me by you, Dad. So, as long as you're happy, I'm willing to do anything."
She credited all of this to Eric Collins.
