The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 208 Mia Begins to Doubt Her Life

Mia's pupils contracted. "And then?"

"He might always think of his missing sister when he sees you, so he treats you well as a way to make up for her absence." Inside the room, they both fell silent.

Mia shook her head, trying to dispel the memory of that boy covered in blood from her mind. She didn't want to hear the cries of "Brother, save Molly" anymore. "So annoying."

She picked up her clothes and headed to the bathroom to change.

Vera, holding a set of her clean underwear, asked, "Mia, did your brother find these in your wardrobe?"

Mia snatched the bra and panties. "My mom found them for me."

When she came out after changing, Randall was standing obediently next to Patrick outside.

"Mia, how are you?"

Mia jumped a few times in front of them. "I'm fine now. Shall we go home?"

They all agreed.

Thus, before the party ended, Mia, Randall, and Vera were taken away by their guardians.

In the car, Mr. Olteran began to hold a grudge. "Randall, tell me in detail about Eric and Kenneth."

"Kenneth is just a sycophant, trying to curry favor with the Nelson family. Eric is really a jerk; he likes Mia but never succeeds in pursuing her. Once, he even got beaten up by Vera, but since the Linister family and the Nelson family are equally powerful, the Nelson family didn't make trouble for Vera."

"Did Vera hit anyone today?"

Violent Vera in the passenger seat defended herself, saying, "I didn't hit anyone."

Only Patrick knew her well. "You didn't throw them into the pool?"

Vera lied through her teeth, "They slipped and fell in on their own."

"Really?" Patrick questioned.

Vera nodded firmly. "Yes."

Anyway, she didn't remember hitting anyone.

If Patrick found out she had hit someone again, she would just deny it to the end.

Or, she could blame someone else.

"Randall, Vera..."

"I don't know. I blacked out from drinking. I don't remember anything." Randall immediately distanced himself from the situation.

Vera was very satisfied with Randall's reaction.

Patrick snorted coldly. He had previously told Vera not to fight, but she just couldn't remember.

On the other side, Sebastian was driving Mia. ;"Why aren't you talking?"

Usually, Sebastian wanted to kick Mia out of the car for talking too much, but today, she was unusually quiet. It was as if falling into the water had made her mute. Mia scratched her ear. "I have nothing to say."

During a stop at a traffic light, Sebastian glanced at the upset Mia.

"Sebastian, can I ask you something? Why do I have a scar on my arm?"

Sebastian's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "You bit yourself."

"Why would I bite myself?"

"Maybe you were just stupid when you were little."

The car arrived at Lilac Manor.

Mia found that there was no one at home, not even the servants.

"Where are Mom and Dad? Where are Grandpa and Grandma? Where are the servants?"

"They're all out. What's wrong?"

"Then, I..." Could it be that her beloved brother really rummaged through her wardrobe to find her underwear?

If that were true, she would seriously start doubting her life.

"Sebastian, I'm tired. I want to go to sleep."

"You haven't eaten, right?" Sebastian knew that they had been drinking and hadn't eaten.

Mia's stomach rumbled.

Sebastian took off his jacket, draped it over the sofa, rolled up his sleeves, and headed to the kitchen.

"Come over and talk to me while I make you some noodles."

"Okay."

Mia followed Sebastian.

When Vera and Randall got home, Patrick ordered the chef to prepare dinner for them.

Shawn asked disdainfully, "You two went to a party and didn't even get a meal?"

Vera replied, "We thought we'd come back with empty stomachs and eat dinner here, so you could have another delicious meal."

"Just admit it. I won't scold you. Why use me as an excuse?"

Shawn went to the dining room and sat across from them.

Since Randall had been drinking and fell into the water, Patrick had the chef prepare some coconut water to help him sober up and hot cocoa to ward off the cold. Although Vera hadn't fallen into the water, Patrick still wanted her to drink some Fire Cider to warm up.

However, Vera didn't like drinking it.

"Honey, can you drink half of it for me?" she asked.

At the negotiation table, no one could win Patrick.

Vera was somewhat overestimating herself.

Randall propped his face on his hand, watching Vera and Patrick negotiate. He and Shawn huddled together, placing bets on who would win in the end. Shawn whispered in Randall's ear, "I think Vera's completely outmatched by Patrick here."

Randall whispered back, "You're underestimating Vera's persistence."

Patrick threatened, saying, "It's getting late. Don't make me force it down your throat."

Vera took a lick of the Fire Cider, and her face immediately scrunched up.

It was awful.

"You can force me, but I won't drink it. It's disgusting."

Shawn watched Vera's exaggerated expressions. ;"Is it really that bad?"

Randall egged Shawn on.  "No, she's faking it. Grandpa, you should try a sip."

Curiosity got the better of Shawn, and soon a bowl was placed in front of him as well. Vera couldn't believe it. "Shawn, why would you do this to yourself?" Shawn said, "I'll give it a try."

He took a sip and immediately spat it out on the floor.

Then he grabbed his cane and chased Randall around.

They disappeared from the dining room, leaving only Vera and Patrick.

Patrick could see that Vera was genuinely resistant.

He sat next to her, picked up her bowl, and took a sip.

Indeed, it was strong, spicy, and very stimulating.

Vera turned her head, her eyes pleading.

"Honey, can I not drink it? I'm perfectly fine." She pouted.