The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 162 Treating Patrick's Mouth Like Jelly

Taking over the Olteran Group, he continuously expanded his influence, creating legends, and searching for his sister. In a population of billions, finding a child who had been missing for fifteen years was incredibly difficult. Fifteen years, no one would persist.

Vincent, esteemed as the mayor, did he miss his sister? Yes, he did, but he eventually stopped searching.

Did Shawn love his own daughter? He did, but he too gave up later. Therefore, Patrick swore never to marry so that they would not bind him. They should not hinder his search for Molly.

Vera's sudden intrusion was an exception in his life. He fell in love with her and tried his best to balance between accompanying Vera and searching for Molly. Vera was a light in Patrick's life; in these fifteen years, she finally brought warmth and other emotions to his heart. She made him realize that there were still many beautiful things in this world.

As Patrick finished speaking, Vincent also wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. Their eyes were both red-rimmed. Patrick quickly hid his sadness and said to Vincent and Shawn, "I need to leave home for a few days to search for Molly. While I'm away, please take care of Vera. Don't let her do anything dangerous. If she doesn't listen, call me."

Vera was always on his mind, and Patrick couldn't rest easy when he was away, needing to give instructions to those at home. Vincent agreed to his request.

Shawn asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'll search the nearby areas," Patrick said.

It was late at night. As if feeling the loneliness of the Olteran family, the moon hid behind the clouds, unwilling to come out.

The dark clouds blocked the moon.

They sat in silence for a long time before getting up and dispersing.

Returning to the bedroom, Patrick saw his light on the bed, warm like the sun, giving his heart a tether. The family he built with her gave him a bond. He returned to his place, gently lifted Vera's head, and placed his arm under her neck. She slept deeply, unaware even when kissed. Her lips were soft, and she thought she was sucking on jelly. In her dream, she opened her mouth and bit Patrick's lips.

"Tasty."

Patrick was helpless. He touched his bitten lips and chuckled. "What are you dreaming of eating this time? You even bit my lips."

In her dream, she called out, "Honey."

Patrick laughed again, talking to himself, "So, you were dreaming of eating me."

The bedroom light turned off, he pulled the blanket snugly around them, and held Vera as they slept.

Vincent had not truly left; he went to Shawn's bedroom.

"Dad, if there are things you don't want to tell Patrick, tell me. Do you know where Molly is?"

Shawn's face was covered in tears, too many to wipe away. Vincent knew all the family members were strong-willed. They would never give up until the last moment. Why had Shawn given up? "Where is Molly?"

Shawn, choked with sobs, finally said, "She's with your mother."

Vincent's eyes instantly turned red, and in a moment, tears filled his eyes. "Shawn! Don't talk nonsense." Vincent couldn't accept it.

Shawn wiped away his tears and asked Vincent, "Vincent, how many years have you been in office?"

Vincent counted. It had been 25 years. Shawn asked again, "Is Patrick's wealth comparable to a nation's?"

Vincent fell silent. Patrick's annual taxes were equivalent to the annual economic income of some small countries, naturally, his wealth was comparable to a nation's.

"Is it that you lack power, or that Patrick lacks money? Or do we lack employees? Why, after all these years, have we still not found her?" Shawn's rhetorical question made Vincent realize something.

The middle-aged man couldn't hold back his inner pain and cried in front of his father. "When did you find out?"

Shawn had known fifteen years ago. "Your mother didn't die from longing Molly; she saw her body and couldn't accept it. She passed away the next day. I didn't dare tell you and Patrick."

Shawn's tears fell on the blanket, soaking a patch.

"During that time, you searched for Molly day and night, not sleeping for days. Patrick was on the verge of collapse ever since Molly went missing. I was afraid that if I told you the truth, you wouldn't be able to accept it."

Vincent had a family, so he might have been a bit more rational. Patrick, during that time, was like a madman; Shawn feared that Patrick would completely break down if he couldn't handle the blow. Hazel's faith collapsed at the last moment, leading to her death. Even at the end, Shawn didn't dare to prepare a funeral for Hazel.

"On the day Molly was buried, only Tom and I went." Shawn sat alone by Hazel and Molly's tombstones for a whole day and night. Every time Patrick went to search for Molly, Shawn stayed home, waiting for the so-called "hope," but was disappointed each time. He didn't dare to speak, so he let Molly live in Patrick's heart. At least that was his spiritual support. Without spirit, a person was no different from a living dead.

For the sake of his two sons, Shawn pretended that Molly was still alive, giving them hope while he himself despaired. Seeing Vincent's happy family, Shawn also wanted to find a good wife for Patrick, so that after he passed away, Patrick wouldn't be left alone.

Vincent, now middle-aged, deserved to know the truth. When Shawn grew old, Vincent would visit Molly's grave. Shawn and Vincent talked until the latter half of the night. Vincent understood Shawn's good intentions. He returned with swollen eyes.

Cindy had waited for him until she fell asleep, still in the same reading position. Vincent walked over, lifted the blanket, and gently carried Cindy back to bed. Seeing the woman who gave him a happy family, he bent down and kissed her forehead.

Cindy woke up startled and quickly looked at Vincent beside her. She saw his red, swollen eyes. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Cindy quickly got up and asked him with concern. He shook his head. "Nothing, a mosquito bit my eye. It'll be fine by tomorrow."

Cindy knew he didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't ask further. She went out to find an ice pack to massage his eyes. Vincent lay on Cindy's lap, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes and falling on her leg. She still didn't ask, just bent down and kissed him gently. She told him through her action that she was still by his side.

The next morning, Patrick went for a run and went to Randall's bedroom, pulling the sleeping Randall out of bed.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Randall had been forgiven by Patrick last night. It seemed Vera's sweet talk was very effective, and he finally let him go. So Randall didn't lock his door. Patrick said, "Come run with me."

Smart as Randall was, he knew that if Patrick called him to run for no reason, he was definitely looking for his trouble again.