The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 586 Angry

Cindy asked, "Our company's all over the place, and then there's the Olteran Group. What kind of business is he thinking of starting?"

Vera glanced at Randall, who was glued to his phone, "Let Randall handle the Olteran Group mess."

If Theodore really took over the company, he'd end up like Patrick, stuck in power struggles and always on edge, carrying the weight of the Olteran Group's fate.

The higher you climbed, the heavier the load would be, the bigger the responsibility was, and the greater the pressure would be.

Vera just wanted Theodore to be happy and healthy, with a bit of cash, some free time, and a simple life.

Her motherly love made the Olteran family see Vera in a new light. Who knew that after becoming a mom, the once childish Vera could be so selfless, not even caring about money?

Shawn, hearing this, couldn't help but be sarcastic, "Vera, not greedy for money?"

Vera, glowing with motherly love, shot back, "What do you know? Is money more important than Theodore?"

Randall, who had been listening for a while, let out a cold laugh, "You're just talking nonsense."

If he hadn't known Vera since they were kids, Randall might've almost believed her. "How much do Teddy's annual gifts cost? Let's say it's $200,000 a year, that's only 3,600,000 in eighteen years, not even worth one of your bracelets.

And don't forget money loses value. If he wants to start a business in eighteen years and asks you for a hundred million dollars, will you give it to him?"

Shawn suddenly got it, "Vera, you're setting up a trap for eighteen years later!"

Vera argued, "No, don't listen to Randall's nonsense. How could I be that farsighted? I just purely love Theodore."

Shawn believed Randall.

Cindy also smiled and playfully tapped Vera's head, "Vera, if I knew your brain worked like this, I would've raised Randall the same way."

In the evening, Patrick came home, and the family was all teasing Vera about what she said during the day.

Patrick smiled at Vera beside him, "Up to your old tricks again?" No matter what happened at work, Patrick never brought his stress home. "Honey, even you don't believe me?" Vera asked.

In the Olteran Mansion living room, Vera wasn't discouraged by yesterday's events. For everyone, home was a fortress, and she felt safe there. Patrick smiled and said, "It's hard for me to believe you."

Vera started listing Theodore's gifts, trying to prove that even though Theodore had a lot of money, she wasn't greedy at all, "Dad gave Theodore $99,000, Vincent and Cindy gave him $66,000, you gave him $52,000... Honey!" As she spoke, Vera got a bit sour.

"You gave it to him, but you didn't give me anything this year!" Vera said.

"Last year, you even gave me a blank check to write whatever I wanted," Vera continued, "But this year, you only have eyes for your son."

Theodore joined in the fun, never missing a beat. If he could talk, he would've wanted to say a few words.

"Shut up!" Vera looked at Theodore's little face and scolded him, not seriously.

Theodore made a sound.

Vera reached out and lightly patted Theodore's little butt through the diaper, "You've taken my place in your dad's heart."

Theodore looked at Vera and laughed happily.

That night, Patrick reluctantly returned to the bedroom, "Vera?"

"I'm mad at you." Vera didn't even want to hold Theodore.

Patrick was smart, keeping quiet to stay safe.

Theodore wasn't as smart, crying loudly, and as a result, he got his little butt spanked when changing his diaper. Sure enough, getting spanked made him realize the situation, and he stopped crying.

Of course, there were other ways to appease Vera, "Honey, you can be honest about why that person was secretly photographing us the day before yesterday."

Patrick later explained, "Someone paid him to secretly photograph our family. As for the reason, I haven't found out yet."

Because he spoke so little, Vera was convinced Patrick was brushing her off, and she didn't believe a word. "It must be Jeffrey who hired him. You're afraid I'll lose my temper and beat someone up, so you're hiding it from me." For the first time, Patrick wasn't believed, "I'm telling the truth."

Vera, thinking she was smart, didn't believe him. "You're being so vague, it must be BS."

Her attitude was like when she was in school, if a teacher made someone write a self-criticism, those who wrote more words were more sincere.

Patrick couldn't explain, sometimes women could be so stubborn.