The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 181 Randall's Beating Experience

Later, the Olteran family managed to gather the ransom and delivered it to the designated place.

In the end, only Patrick returned. Molly mysteriously disappeared.

Vera was so engrossed in the story that she forgot to react, asking worriedly, "And then?"

"Patrick was actually rescued by Emma's father. That's why our family has always supported the Tooker family. Since you married Patrick, the Olteran family and the Tooker family have completely severed ties. Less than a month after Molly's disappearance, Hazel fell gravely ill and passed away. Patrick blamed himself, feeling he hadn't protected his sister. He wore hospital clothes every day, searching various places for Molly. His mother's death was a huge blow to him; he believed it was his fault that Hazel died. At the age of 13, he moved out to Cherry Villa, living and studying alone, refusing any help. Once, when I went to do his laundry, he drove me away. Shawn couldn't enter Cherry Villa without his permission. Vera, you've already reached Patrick's heart. One day, you will surely live there together. Vera, please accompany Patrick so that he won't be alone. In this way, he won't think about Molly all the day."

Vera nodded heavily. "I'll stay by his side, and he'll give me support."

Although Cindy was Vincent's wife, she cared deeply for Patrick. Several times during Christmas, Patrick was alone outside. They wanted him to come home for a meal, but he wouldn't come back. So, Cindy tricked Randall. "Randall, go do something bad."

Ran replied, "Mom, do you think I'm an idiot?"

Cindy pointed to the chandelier in the house and said to Randall, "Use a stick to knock it down."

Randall looked up at the chandelier, saw that it was fine, and wondered why he should knock it down.

However, Cindy kept insisting that Randall do it. Confused and without asking for a reason, Randall actually did it.

Then, Cindy, who had instigated him, called Patrick on her phone, "Patrick, come back quickly and deal with Randall. He's being naughty and broke the chandelier, almost hurting people."

Randall was stunned; he didn't understand what had happened. Then, Patrick came back and gave Randall a spanking. It was Christmas that year, and the Olteran family living room was filled with Randall's cries. Strangely, no one was angry; everyone had joyful expressions on their faces. Only Randall had to eat standing up because his butt hurt too much to sit.

Later, Cindy tricked him again, "Randall, go and..."

"I won't do it!"

Then Vincent stepped in.

Once again, Patrick came back.

Randall cried again.

He eventually figured out the pattern; every Christmas Eve, he wouldn't dare go home. He often arranged to go out with Mia and Vera. Because if he went home, the whole family would start tricking him into causing trouble, and even if he didn't do them, he would end up getting beaten.

One time, he didn't answer anyone's calls. However, Cindy called Patrick again, "Patrick, it's almost Christmas, and Randall is missing again. He's not answering his phone."

Later, a Thunderstorm car found the suddenly missing Randall on a deserted street. Patrick didn't get out of the car. When Randall saw the license plate, he was so scared that he started crying and then voluntarily got into the car. It was quite a coincidence. That evening, Vera was also present. She was dressed in thick clothes, looking like a penguin. A bright red scarf covered half of her face as she watched the car drive past her. Patrick didn't notice her either. Fate had already been predetermined.

Cindy and Vera chatted for a long time and then continued looking at the photo album. Vincent walked in and saw them. "Vera's here?"

"Vincent, I came to look at photos of Patrick and Molly."

Vincent walked over, glanced at the album, and sat opposite them. He hesitated for a moment and then spoke earnestly to Vera.

"Vera, right now, Patrick only listens to you in the whole family. You know about Molly and should have knew what happened from Cindy. I'm asking you for a favor. Please talk to Patrick and ask him to give up looking for Molly. If he continues, he'll go mad."

Vera shook her head. Her gaze was sincere and determined. "Vincent, I can't promise you that. I understand your point, but I believe in Patrick more. I won't persuade him to give up. As long as he persists in something, I will support him and stay by his side. It's too hard and lonely for one person to search alone. With me by his side, Patrick won't go mad. Even if it takes a lifetime, it doesn't matter."

Vincent had nothing more to say. Cindy looked at Vera and placed her hand on Vera's. "Molly's disappearance is something Vincent and I feel very guilty about. If Patrick hadn't been protecting Randall, Molly wouldn't have gone missing, and Mom wouldn't have passed away."

Vera, understanding and empathetic, comforted the self-blaming Cindy. "Those people were after Randall. He's the only heir of the Olteran family, and kidnapping him would have been much more significant than kidnapping Molly. Patrick was young back then; he could only protect one child. It was either Randall or Molly. If Randall had been kidnapped and missing for fifteen years, Cindy, you wouldn't have been able to bear the shock."

Perhaps the one who would have been sick with worry and beyond medical help would have been Cindy. No matter who it was, Patrick felt deeply guilty.

Vincent was silent for a long time. "Vera, what if he's looking for someone who might not exist?"

Without hesitation, Vera replied, "It doesn't matter. It can be a belief, as long as Patrick and I are alive."

After speaking, she stood up and, while they weren't paying attention, secretly took a photo and hid it behind her phone case. "Vincent, Cindy, I'm leaving now." She walked out. Just then, Randall also came out of Patrick's study. They made eye contact.

"What were you doing with my mom?"

"What were you doing in Patrick's study?"

They spoke in unison, both questioning the other. However, neither was willing to tell the other what they had been doing. They stared at each other. Randall glared at Vera, and they both walked past each other. One was going to find her husband, and the other was going to find his parents.

Vera went to Patrick's study, and Randall went to his parents' bedroom.

"Honey, what were you doing with Randall just now?"

"We were talking about him deliberately crashing the car into the house. Where did you go just now?"

Vera's eyes darted around, and she playfully said, "I won't tell you."

Today, the necklace around her neck was sparkling, and Patrick noticed it, feeling very pleased. He swiveled his office chair and opened his arms wide. "Come here." Vera bit her lip, smiled, and ran into Patrick's arms.

Meanwhile, in Cindy's bedroom.

"Where did you go just now?" Cindy asked.

Randall replied, "Uncle Patrick yelled at me to go to him. His voice was so loud; how could you not have heard?"

He poured himself a glass of water and drank it. "Mom, Dad, I want to discuss something with you."

"Is it good or bad?" Cindy closed the photo album and put it away.