Forrest lowered his head, making it difficult to see his expression.

"It's not that. It's all my fault."

Seeing that Forrest was hanging his head, Pearson surmised that he had recognized his own wrongdoing and was remorseful for it.

Well, since his daughter liked Forrest, Pearson would not make things difficult for him.

After all, Forrest had apologized.

"I don't want this to happen again," Pearson warned.

"It won't. I promise," Forrest assured him.

Pearson downed the wine Forrest had poured, a gesture that could be interpreted as a sign of forgiveness.

Aware of Pearson's affinity for wine, Forrest graciously took hold of the bottle and proceeded to pour another glass for him.

“I know you're fond of this particular wine brand, so I made sure to have it ready for our gathering."

Pearson gazed at Forrest, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"This brand costs at least a hundred thousand per bottle.

Are you truly willing to let me indulge in it?"

"Don't be a stranger. It's my duty to show respect toward you."

Forrest also poured himself a glass and picked it up.

“I'm truly grateful for your forgiveness and for giving me a chance."

Pearson raised his glass and gently clinked it against Forrest's.

"You know, it's not about us choosing you. It's about Divya's choice, and we must honor that. Divya is our only daughter, that's why she holds a special place in our hearts. In due time, everything within the Guzman family will become yours. I don't have any additional requests. All I ask is that you treat her with genuine kindness and love."

“Rest assured."

With that, they drank up the glasses all at once.