With a pout, Vania squeezed her eyes shut and refused to look at the video.
Hanson laughed heartily. "Refusing to admit what you said? Good thing I have proof."
"Proof, my foot," Vania retorted stubbornly.
With his phone in hand, Hanson pointed at the person in the video. "This is you, isn't it?"
Vania did not want to admit that it was her and that she had uttered those words herself.
However, Hanson refused to let her off easily. "This is inadmissible proof. Now say it again. Who's the one you love the most?"
All of a sudden, the seven children interrupted him. "The one Mommy loves the most is us."
Without question, they watched Vania participating in the competition, and they were extremely envious when she confessed to Hanson. If it weren't for Hanson, Vania would've certainly saved all of her love for them, and now, the only thing they wanted was to chase him out.
As he looked at the seven obstacles between his and Vania's romance, Hanson felt extremely weak.
"Why are you all here at this hour instead of sleeping?"
James crossed his arms, his emotionless expression a carbon copy of Hanson's. "This is the living room. Of course, we can be here."
If they hadn't shown up, they wouldn't have heard their father's shameless boasting.
Helpless against his seven children, Hanson could only give in and say, "Then, Daddy and Mommy will go back to our rooms now, and you all should go back to your rooms too."
Arguing with the children was no use. He'd rather end the fight early and send them off to their own rooms so that he could go back to cuddling with his wife.
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