"Should I get you another bowl? There is more soup in the pot." Sandra smiled benevolently.

"Mom, she can't have too much in one meal." Wesley stopped her. "I'm heading out with Shea."

"Your father and I want to see Shea. Why are you so anxious to take her away?" Sandra glared at her son.

Shea immediately held Sandra's hand obediently. "Aunt Sandra, did you overhear my call with Wesley?"

"Hmm, you said you want Wesley to go see your brother." Sandra brought Shea to sit on the sofa. She looked at her kindly. "Do you like Wesley?"

Shea lowered her gaze. She panicked a little. Wesley was even more frantic than her.

He had come clean to his parents about his relationship with Shea. He told them that if Shea was willing to be with him, he would take care of her for the rest of his life.

On the surface, his parents said nothing, but he knew that they do in fact mind this issue. After all, Shea was different compared to an ordinary woman.

First, her identity was special, Wesley cou