The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 93 My Son is a Few Months Old

The one who said this, Patrick, showed no anger toward Vera's unreasonable behavior, instead wearing a faint smile on his face.

"Vera, you've taken everything that originally belonged to me." Emma gritted her teeth.

Shawn spoke up, "You coveted what wasn't yours, we would rather let Patrick be alone for the rest of his life, we will never let you marry into our family."

"Uncle Shawn, why?" Emma cried. She had been by Patrick's side for fifteen years, but couldn't gain approval from the Olteran family. "Why does Cindy, with her background, get to marry in? I've been with Patrick for fifteen years, never doing anything wrong. Why am I not enough?"

Shawn coldly snorted. "Your character is just too poor."

Vera had just hit Emma and felt satisfied. Her mind started to wander, 'Cindy's background? Isn't Cindy the heiress of the Wallace family? Why did Emma look down on Cindy? Shawn also said this morning that she and Cindy are different, that she won't take care of people. Clearly, Cindy is also an heiress, so why did Dad say I'm different from Cindy?'

Patrick had not confronted Emma's declaration last time in front of Vera, but this time, he spoke up again, "There is nothing between us; it's been your fantasy all along. The fifteen years you speak of, for me, we've only known each other for fifteen years. Any debt owed to your family by the Olteran family has long been repaid. If you continue to pester and deliberately sow discord in my family, I won't go easy on the Tookers. Go back and tell your father, the Olteran family and the Tooker family are not allies!"

Patrick and Shawn's disdain for her was evident, and with swollen cheeks, Emma left the place.

Downstairs, Alexis saw her appearance and was surprised. "Emma, what happened to you?"

Emma wiped away tears from the corner of her eyes, her gaze filled with hatred. "Vera, it's not over."

Upstairs, Vera sat down, feeling quite good. Curious, she asked, "Darling, you mentioned owing a favor to their family. What's that about? What's Cindy's background, and why does Emma seem to look down on her? How does she know we're here? Darling, there's really nothing between you and her, right?"

Patrick and Shawn exchanged glances at the dining table, skipping over important questions.

"We have nothing," Patrick said, smiling as he ruffled Vera's hair.

"Haven't you two had meals alone, watched movies, or gone shopping?" Shawn sneered. "The Olteran Group keeps him too busy; he doesn't have time for such things." Vera nodded, seemingly agreeing with some of his points.

Even her own father had said that Patrick worked almost 24 hours a day.

Patrick looked at her flat abdomen and placed his hand on it. "How many months is our son?"

Vera bit her lip, looking at his hand on her abdomen. She tilted her head, smiling coyly at Patrick. "I just ate; it's only been half an hour."

"Half an hour, and he's already kicking you?"

"Yes, my intestines are moving. Isn't that kicking me?"

Patrick was speechless.

"Vera, are you always so hot-tempered?" Shawn recalled how she had slapped someone without a word earlier.

He was used to Vera's unexpected actions causing a scene.

Thinking back to when they had just started getting along, there were frequent intense arguments at the dining table.

Vera pouted, denying. "No, Shawn, I'm very obedient and cute. I don't fight, and I have the best temper. Randall at school is afraid I'll be bullied, so he often protects me." Shawn looked at the petite Vera, finding her truly adorable and gentle. She couldn't possibly have a fiery temper.

"Maybe I was overthinking," he said.

"Shawn, you're overthinking it. I'm so cute; how could I have a hot temper?" Vera quickly poured Shawn another glass of water.

Patrick remained quiet, remembering that Vera had hit people quite a few times, but he didn't expose her.

Even if Vera were violent again, at least it showed she could defend herself, and as long as she could be affectionate in his arms, that was fine.

As they were 70% full from the meal, they chatted about various topics.

It was mostly Vera and Shawn talking, while Patrick listened on the side.

"Shawn, why don't you like Emma but like me?" Vera asked.

Shawn chuckled, poking Vera's face. "You are unabashed; I don't like you."

"If you don't like me, why did you make me your daughter-in-law when we hadn't even met?" Vera retorted.

Shawn made up. "You're better at annoying people than she is."

"I..." Patrick covered his smile with his hand, his palm conveniently hiding his lips, and he chuckled softly.

Shawn was right about that!

Vera was furious. She moved all the meat in front of Shawn to her side. "If you're not satisfied with your answer, I won't let you eat meat." "This was bought by my son."

"This was bought by my husband."

"He's my son," Shawn pointed at Patrick and said to Vera.

Vera hugged Patrick's arm, snuggling up to him, and said to Shawn across from her, "He's my husband."

They both looked at Patrick, one saying, "I raised you."

The other reminded, "Don't forget, I'll be the one pushing your wheelchair when you're old!"

Patrick stayed silent, thinking long-term; listening to Vera wasn't a bad idea.

He thought about the future, with both of them growing old together, him in a wheelchair pushed by her. It didn't seem too bad.

A fond smile played on Patrick's lips. "I'll listen to Vera."

"Rascal!" Shawn exclaimed.

Shawn was worried, while Vera was delighted.

Vera pouted at Patrick's face, not kissing him but making a kissing motion.

Patrick couldn't help but smile, unable to feign indifference.

When they came out for lunch, the doctor had specifically warned them not to overeat. When they were almost done eating, Vera jokingly stopped Shawn from eating more. After sitting for a while, they got up to leave.

It was almost three in the afternoon.

Since Shawn was hospitalized, Patrick planned to have him undergo a full-body checkup during this period.

At the hospital, the doctor had already prepared all the necessary forms.

When Patrick went to pick up the medical forms, the doctor asked casually, "What did Shawn have for lunch?"

Patrick told the doctor what they had for lunch.

The doctor smiled and remarked, "Looks like Mr. Olteran did his homework. All the dishes you ordered are good for a patient's health."

Suddenly, something clicked in Patrick's mind. He asked, "Can my dad drink fruit juice?"

"He can. Fruit juice helps with hydration and provides vitamins, but avoid giving him milk."

Patrick nodded.

He had just remembered that Vera had brought back hot fruit juice instead of hot milk for his father at lunch. Milk was easy to buy, but hot fruit juice was not. She must have spent a long time outside researching dietary precautions for acute gastroenteritis patients.