The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 82 Vera's Phone Call

Hearing the truth, Patrick's tone softened. "Vera, do you have other lackeys at school?"

Vera shook her head. "Having one is enough; I can't handle too many."

Patrick reassured, saying, "Yes, you just need to bully Randall."

Vera fully agreed with Patrick's words.

"Darling, I didn't dare to say before because I was afraid that after you knew I bullied your nephew, you would bully me." "Did I bully you?"

Vera shook her head, looking at Patrick's profile, attracted by his side face. "No, you are always protecting me."

Patrick turned his face, capturing Vera's infatuation in an instant.

Vera shyly dodged in an instant.

They fell silent suddenly. Patrick drove, smiling. Vera next to him was shy, her cheeks flushed.

Back home, Vera's shyness eased.

She shouted in the yard, "Randall, come out and help your uncle move the ice cream."

Randall, wearing slippers, swayed out. He saw Patrick holding a white box and hurried forward. "How many did you buy?" Patrick handed Randall a box, which was less, and he carried a box of ice cream into the house. "Vera, close the trunk." "Okay."

Vera happily skipped to close the trunk.

She ran back to the living room of the Olteran Manor, pulled out all the lower layers of the freezer at home, only to find that it was full of fresh food inside. Vera found there was no place to put it.

Shawn saw the regret on Vera's face. "Clear out the lower level of the fridge for Mrs. Vera."

"Shawn, what about all this seafood?"

Shawn replied, "We'll eat it tonight."

"But there's too much."

Shawn said, "If you can't finish it, just throw it away. Why did you guys buy so much and stuff the fridge full? Can't you buy as you eat?" The household staff fell silent.

Well, Shawn simply wanted to Vera to put the cheap ice cream.

Vera looked at Shawn moved. "Dad, you're so good to me."

Shawn walked past Vera proudly with a cane.

She knew he was good to her.

After putting all the ice cream away, Vera immediately took out one to please and handed it to Shawn. "Dad, have some."

"I don't eat; these are for kids."

"Ice cream you eat, ice cream is even better than ice cream, really, try it."

Half an hour later.

"Vera, do we have any of that chocolate flavor left? I think the cream one isn't good; the chocolate one is delicious," Shawn asked eagerly. Cindy also finished two. "Vera, I think the vanilla flavored ice cream is delicious."

"Okay, my husband bought a lot, wait, I'll go get it."

"By the way, bring me a cone," Randall shouted.

"Come get it yourself."

Randall shouted, "You're my aunt; anyway, you're on the way."

Shawn ate another chocolate-flavored ice cream, biting into the peanuts inside and the outer layer of chocolate, crispy and flavorful. "This flavor is just right."

Vincent returned home from his inspection tour and saw them sitting on the sofa, all eating ice cream. "When did we start eating ice cream at home?" Vincent sat on the sofa and patted Randall's back.  "Is this what you wanted?"

"Randall's words don't work. Vera wanted to eat ice cream, and Patrick went to wholesale." Cindy didn't care about Randall's image and status at home. Vincent looked around and asked, "Where's Patrick?"

"He dropped me off and took a call, seemed like an elder called him, I heard him call someone Uncle Jackson."

Shawn took another bite of ice cream, with black chocolate residue at the corner of his mouth, "Jackson asked Patrick to discuss the company's expansion, it's a big deal, so Patrick went." Vera nodded. "Vincent, what flavor of ice cream do you want? I'll get it for you."

"You pick for me."

Vera got up, went to the freezer, and took out a traditional thirst-quenching fruit-flavored ice stick to give to Vincent. "I think you'll like this."

When Vera was at home, her dad liked to nibble on a fruit-flavored ice stick when he came home, never getting tired of it. He was quite the social butterfly, always with a lingering taste in his mouth, so savoring a cool and sweet fruit-flavored ice stick at that moment was pure bliss.

In the evening, Patrick suddenly received a tearful call from Vera. "Darling, I did something wrong; I'm sorry."

Patrick immediately interrupted the dinner with everyone, nervously took his phone and walked out of the room toward home. "What's wrong?" He thought Vera had started a fight with her family again.

"Dad's in the hospital because of the ice cream."

Patrick asked for Vera's address, then hurriedly drove home.

He had bought ice cream for Vera at noon, and now there was trouble in the evening.

In half an hour, Patrick arrived at the hospital.

Vincent and Cindy were with Shawn in the ward.

In the corridor, Vera and Randall sat together.

Her eyes were red, just cried, with tears still in her eyelashes. When she saw Patrick, she immediately looked aggrieved, with the tears that had just stopped flowed again, looking delicate and pitiful. Patrick's Adam's apple rolled, he strode toward Vera.

When Vera saw him, all her tears came out at once.

"Darling." She saw Patrick, wanting to explain a lot but couldn't speak, she looked at Patrick and started crying loudly.

She was worried that Patrick would blame her and be angry with her.

Patrick's Adam's apple rolled, looking at Vera crying uncontrollably in front of him, he found it difficult to comfort her now.

"Randall, stay with your aunt; I'll go see your grandpa." Patrick handed Vera to Randall, pushed open the ward door, and went inside.

Vincent saw him and immediately stood up. "Patrick, aren't you busy? Why are you here? I can handle it alone."

Patrick glanced at Shawn, who was pale and still asleep. "How is he?"

"The doctor gave him a painkiller injection; he's asleep."

Patrick asked Cindy and Vincent, "What's the matter with Vera crying?"

Cindy sighed and explained what happened in the afternoon, "After you bought the ice cream back at noon, Dad got addicted to it. He ate a few more pieces, got acute gastroenteritis in the evening, couldn't eat, kept retching and vomiting, and almost fainted. Vera was scared beside him; after the doctor's examination, it was found that acute gastroenteritis was caused by eating ice cream. Vera took all the blame on herself, thinking if she hadn't been greedy and eaten ice cream, you wouldn't have gone to wholesale with her. In that case, Dad wouldn't have eaten it or gotten acute gastroenteritis."