Chapter 1132

The ever-dutiful daughter, Hazel, made her way to Peter's bedroom. "Daddy?" she called out. There was no response. Hazel stepped inside and found her father still fast asleep. She hurried over, crouching by the bed, and studied his face. Hazel's features took after Justine's, but the high-bridged nose and distinct double-lidded eyes were unmistakably Peter's. In more ways than one, she realized, she resembled him. She poked the man who had stayed up too late, and she whispered, "Daddy? Mr. Jefferson? Wake up. Your daughter's home." Peter stirred groggily, his eyelids fluttering as if to open. However, sleep stubbornly clung to him. Like Hazel, once he drifted off, he was completely out of it. His only response was a murmured hum. "Dad, I want to get a marriage license," Hazel muttered. "Mhm," came the drowsy reply. Hazel's eyes lit up. "You're okay with it?" Another hum. "Dad, do you even know what you're agreeing to right now?" Peter hummed again. Overjoyed, Ha