"Ernest, are you insinuating that I'm a fool?" Sylvia was already livid, but her brother had to ridicule her. Down in the dumps, she retorted, "Can't you show some compassion? It's not easy for me either."
Ernest quirked his eyebrow and said with a smile, "Well, I think knowing Chigo, since he has given it to you, he won't take it back."
Sylvia didn't need Ernest telling her that.
It wasn't as if she didn't know what Chigo was like.
However, she still had a nagging feeling that Chigo saw her as more than just a sister, so she started recalling all he said before he said he was only joking.
As obtuse as she could get, she no longer thought the matter was as simple as it seemed to be.
Chigo's action was a kind of declaration.
Fortunately, she was only sixteen. If she had come of age, Chigo would really be more presumptuous, like he had said.
Sylvia withdrew her hand, which she had stretched out to snatch the hair comb, sitting down morosely on the sofa.
William was all smiles as he swept his eyes across everyone. He was in no hurry to speak.
Heinz, on the other hand, had become impatient.
He knew others were beginning to covet his precious baby girl. She had indeed grown up into a gorgeous young lady, looking even more stunning when she had simmered down.
Their girl had inherited his and Grace's best features, looking as beautiful as a picture. Now that she had retained her composure instead of behaving like her old reckless and recalcitrant self, she became a ravishing sight.
Even Heinz felt that his daughter's life in school in the final two weeks of the semester had made her simmer down completely and altered her temperament.
It seemed that living on campus was beneficial to this girl.
Nevertheless, these delightful transitions did not take place with the purpose of letting those men set their hearts on her.
"Sylvia, has Mr. Trevino ever given you a present before?" Just then, William inquired out of the blue.
Stunned, Heinz gaped at his grandfather instantly.
He couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, you know Mr. Trevino?"
"I met him outside today; he even pushed me back. He's a very obliging young man," William opined.
Heinz snorted, well aware of his grandfather's disposition. "Obliging? I bet you must've badgered him into doing it, haven't you?"
William's eyes flickered as he pretended to be stern while saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? Am I that sort of person? He's indeed helpful."
"Honey, is this the same Mr. Trevino we know?" Heinz turned to his wife, "He's not talking about Kendrix, is he?"
"I think he is." Grace replied, "Well, he is a policeman; being helpful should be the least he should do, no?"
As she spoke, Grace focused her eyes on William. "Grandpa, how come Kendrix is in the area?"
"I've no idea." William shook his head. "Maybe Sylvia knows."
"Don't ask me; I don't know it either." Sylvia shook her head immediately. "Mr. Trevino isn't a very benevolent man from my knowledge of him, but it isn't outlandish of him to help others. Although great- grandpa might have pestered him into helping him, I believe if he was truly in need of help, Mr. Trevino wouldn't sit on his hands."
Sylvia spoke a lot in order to defend Kendrix.
Meanwhile, after scrutinizing the hair comb, Ernest cast a meaningful gaze at his little sister and said, "Sylvia, I'll still take Chigo's side, but you have the freedom to choose whoever you want. No matter who you choose, you'll have my support."
Sylvia was stupefied for a second; were they having an overt discussion to find a boyfriend for her?!
Were they out of their minds? She pondered on this.
She looked around in incredulity, only to find that everyone was eager to fix her up with a man, except for her father, who was frowning.
She pouted and said, "Alright, that's enough. You guys are worrying too much. I'm still so young; how can you guys bring this up so soon?"
"You're at a good age to start dating already." Ernest said, "You'd better be mentally prepared now, or you'll suffer later."
"Speak for yourself." Sylvia took the hair comb over and replied, "I'm returning it."
"Hand it to me. I'll return it for you," Heinz suddenly said.
Sylvia's mind went blank momentarily. She thought things might get awkward if her father did it.
After all, it was given to her, so she should be the one returning it by right.
She could now guess what Chigo had been thinking.
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