The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 619 Shawn Treated Everyone Equally

Theodore stared at the screen, momentarily stunned by seeing Patrick's face. His little tongue pressed against his lips, and the sight of his pink tongue tip made Patrick's heart melt. Theodore looked at Patrick, who seemed different from usual. Patrick smiled and asked, "Don't recognize Daddy?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Theodore got even more excited, almost wanting to jump up. Vera struggled to hold her wriggling son with one hand.

Scott heard the noise and walked over, standing behind Patrick with his hands behind his back, bending over to look at the excited Theodore on the screen. "Theodore, look at me."

The unfamiliar face made Theodore's excitement gradually disappear. He frowned, looking at Scott. Scott wondered what this meant.

Vera was preparing water for Theodore. She needed to feed the child. "Honey, I need to feed the baby some water. Come back early once you finish your work."

After a brief chat, they hung up. Vera held Theodore and leaned in to kiss his little cheek. Vera looked at her little "toy" and couldn't resist kissing him again. "Do you think Scott came to see you?"

In the Olteran Villa, although Shawn was usually not very kind to Randall, when Randall was seriously injured, Shawn adhered to the principle of fairness and treating all his grandsons equally. After caring for Theodore, he went straight to Randall's room to offer his "care." "Randall, lie down. I'll personally apply the medicine for you."

Randall didn't quite trust his family's intentions. "Grandpa, are you going to take this opportunity to get revenge?"

Shawn hesitated for a moment, seriously thinking it over. "Not really."

Randall said, "It's not serious, I can do it myself."

Despite Randall's refusal, the domineering Shawn insisted on applying the medicine. He threatened Randall with his cane. "Lie down, and I'll apply the medicine for you!"

Later, Randall, fearing Shawn's cane, shouted upstairs, "I originally had two injuries, but you're going to make it three."

Later still, Randall's room echoed with his screams. "Grandpa, my leg wasn't broken, but your cane is going to break it."

"Listen to my method: Keep hitting the muscles on your leg to relax them, and your leg will naturally get better. I'll massage it for you later," Shawn said.

Randall shouted, "No, I can do it myself and I have my way."

It seemed Randall got another beating. Susan, seeing how miserable he looked, couldn't bear to watch and slipped away.

"If you want to hold your great-grandchild in this lifetime, you'll have to count on me! Got it? If you keep hurting me, forget about it. Becoming a great-grandfather through Theodore in this lifetime?" Patrick panicked. Downstairs, Vera held Theodore and glanced upstairs at the pitiful screams. It was truly miserable.

Vera and Theodore looked at each other. Vera was silent for a while, saying, "Randall is not wrong." The Olteran family couldn't count on Theodore for that.

Later, Shawn stretched his muscles and walked out with his cane, full of energy. Randall dragged his not-so-serious but now serious leg downstairs for dinner. Randall turned to Vera and Theodore. "Vera, when does Patrick get off work? I want to go to the office to work overtime."

At the Olteran Group, Scott was waiting with Patrick for news. "Why haven't they made a move yet?"

He had joked casually in the morning, but as the day wore on, Scott became serious. "Haven't we already identified the Rossi family?"

Patrick asked, "Who built the bridge?"

Scott was surprised. "There's a middleman?"

The sky outside gradually turned blue and dark, and the city lights began to illuminate the bustling city. This cold, dark, and clear atmosphere made Patrick feel most comfortable. He slightly turned his chair to face Scott. "One can't get in, and the other can't get out. There's no interaction between the two on the Dark Web. The Rossi family doesn't know about our feud with Dennis, nor would they know about the fugitive Jeffrey. They can't contact each other."

Patrick added, "Even if Jeffrey knew through the internet that the Rossi family was planning to make a move against me, he would need to contact them to form an alliance. So, how did he make contact? And how did they cooperate? Between two countries, even with hacking skills, Ian might not be able to find Cole's private contact information. How could Jeffrey find it? Moreover, what evidence did he use to gain the Rossi family's trust?"

Patrick explained a lot. There were too many doubts. The "bridge builder" couldn't be simple. He needed to solve it all at once as long as he took action.

Scott listened quietly to Patrick's words and finally understood why he hadn't made a move yet. It seemed that not all the potential risks had been addressed.

Scott waited quietly in the office for news. "Among us, only you married."

Patrick urged appropriately, "Don't resist the introductions from the elders at home. You might meet the right person if you give it a chance. After all, parents won't harm their children. If I had met her earlier and got to know her seriously, Theodore might already be sitting up by now."

Scott said, "So, is sitting up a big deal?" He thought, 'Am I too ignorant? Don't all kids sit up?'

Patrick looked at his phone's screensaver, showing Theodore's cute face. "You can't understand because you don't have a son. He can't even roll over yet. Every time he tries and fails, he makes sounds as if he's asking for my help." "Vera and I can understand Theodore's intention. As soon as he opens his mouth, we know what he wants to say," Patrick said.

"He doesn't sleep at night, lying beside us and making noise. A couple of times, he almost made Vera late for school, but he just naps during the day," then he added.

Thinking about Theodore, Patrick seemed to have endless warm stories to share. Even recalling Theodore scaring himself with a sneeze was adorable to him.

Scott looked at the fatherly Patrick. "You've said so much, but you won't let me take him to Finnland to play for a couple of days?"

Patrick ruthlessly refused, "No way."

As night fell, Jeffrey received a call from Wesley. "I've done what you asked. Where's Patrick's child?"

Soon, Jeffrey received a document from the Rossi family on his phone. It was handled by a law firm and seemed legitimate, with the condition that it would automatically dissolve when Aleah turned eighteen.

Jeffrey was wary of the Rossi family tampering with the money. He knew that they were in desperate need of it and that this money could save the Rossi Group.

Out of caution, Jeffrey consulted the lawyer handling the case and added an extra layer of security to the money. If anyone tried to use the money during this period, they would have to input a password, which would automatically expire after eighteen years. After ensuring everything was in place, Jeffrey hung up the phone.