Wesley had not expected her to cooperate and froze.

"Dad, why didn't you tell me you needed grey hair? I have a head full of it. Just take mine!" Rose said.

"Rose, I don't need yours because your gray hair isn't formed the same way as other people's grey hair."

"Alright, then!" Rose said sheepishly.

"Dad! What about mine?" Kiara came over.

Rendered helpless, Wesley said, "I didn't remember the research until I saw the gray hair on Irene's head... I don't need that many!"

Shea knew what Wesley was trying to do and immediately dragged Kiara away.

Wesley untied Irene's ponytail and her hair fell to her shoulders. Despite his efforts, he could not find one. Taking a deep breath, Wesley plucked a black strand of Irene's hair.

"Dad, let me see," Rose asked, curious as to how her hair would be different from Irene's.

Wesley had never had such a huge panic attack before as he had never told such a blatant lie in his life.

"I need it, so I will be putting away… If you want to see wh