The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

No one could have imagined that Jeffrey would suddenly target the critically ill Kevin in the hospital. Stealing a doctor's white coat was easy; with a mask and a medical cap, no one knew who he was. Jeffrey walked toward the ICU with medicine in hand, wearing gloves, fully prepared.

There were no guards at the door. Patrick was so careless! But this made it easier for him to act.

Entering the ICU, he searched bed by bed.

Jeffrey murmured, "He's not in Bed 1."

"He's not in Bed 2 either."

"He's not in Bed 3."

The further Jeffrey searched, the more frustrated he became. Where was Kevin?

A nurse suddenly came in with medication for the patients. "Doctor, who are you looking for?"

Jeffrey turned his back to the nurse. "Isn't Mr. Wallace here anymore? He was brought in comatose a while ago."

"Oh, he was transferred a long time ago. Didn't you know?"

Kevin had been transferred because of Molly, Vera, and Randall.

Randall had always wanted to check if Kevin was dead, and if he wasn't, he wanted to finish him off. But he could never get in.

Patrick and Sebastian were afraid that one day Molly, Vera, or Randall might actually pull the oxygen tube, so they had people guarding Kevin, but it wasn't foolproof. So, Patrick ordered Kevin to be secretly transferred, and only he and Sebastian knew Kevin's exact location.

This way, even if Molly, Vera, and Randall came, they wouldn't find Kevin.

The nurse finished changing the medication and glanced at the doctor's back.

The young nurse's eyes were full of suspicion. She was doubtful since he was a doctor who didn't even know if the patient was there.

"Doctor, which department are you from?"

Jeffrey turned around and pushed the nurse, quickly fleeing.

At this time, Alan, who was upstairs, saw that it was time and dialed the police again.

When rhe police received the report, they hurried to the hospital. Coincidentally, the young nurse was also about to report the incident.

Patrick was in the lounge with Vera for a nap. Vera, who was bored at the company, had taken to playing with a hand-cranked coffee grinder, grinding through half a drawer of coffee beans. The entire executive office had been drinking the coffee she ground for the past two days.

After finally getting her back to the lounge for a nap, Patrick's phone rang. Vera looked at him curiously, blinking.

"Honey, your phone is ringing," Vera said softly.

Patrick turned around, picked up the phone from the cabinet, and answered. "Sebastian."

"Is Kevin dead yet?"

Patrick glanced at Vera and said, "I'll call you back in three minutes."

"Vera."

"Go ahead, I'm going to sleep," Vera said with a smile.

Patrick warned, "Don't eavesdrop."

Vera raised her hand and swore she wouldn't. "Don't worry."

"If you don't behave, you'll gain ten pounds."

Patrick threatened Vera before leaving the lounge for his office to call Sebastian back. "Why did you bring him up?"

Sebastian replied, "Jeffrey showed up!"

The police detained Alan again at the hospital.

"Why are you arresting me?" Alan questioned, looking at Sebastian who had beaten him. "I just reported a crime. You should be arresting the murderer Patrick."

Sebastian snorted, "First, Kevin is not dead. You filed a false report, which is illegal. Second, Jeffrey is a fugitive murderer. You saw him and didn't report it. I now suspect that you were his accomplice during his escape. You need to cooperate with the investigation. If the situation is serious, you will face criminal charges."

"I didn't do anything!"

Sebastian ignored Alan's protests. "Once you're better, go reflect on what you did in prison."

"Sebastian, you're abusing your power for personal revenge. You're deliberately targeting me. I'll sue you!" Alan shouted at Sebastian's back.

Sebastian closed the door and glanced at the ward. "Idiot!"

Alan was being used and didn't even realize it.

Sebastian went out to meet Patrick at their usual coffee shop.

Sebastian asked, "Where's Vera?"

"She's sleeping at the company. Tell me about Jeffrey."

They talked at the coffee shop all afternoon. When Molly called Sebastian to pick her up, Sebastian finally ended the conversation. "I have to pick up Molly from school. Kevin survived thanks to them." Patrick nodded. No one had expected that their precautions against Molly, Vera, and Randall would inadvertently help them.

Patrick returned to the company to find Vera sleeping obediently.

He looked at her then slowly closed the door.

She was almost eight months pregnant, and the once agile Vera was no longer so nimble.

She used to jog everywhere, but now that she had a prominent belly, she had to embrace the reality of pregnancy. During a check-up, the doctor teased her, "No more running for you, huh?" Vera joked, "Once I have the baby, I'll run a marathon."

The doctor was amused by Vera. "Let me know when you do, I'll come cheer you on."

Vera had also started to become sleepy, wanting to sleep all day. Shawn suspected something was wrong with Vera's body and almost hired a private doctor for the family.

Later, Vera tricked Shawn, which had made him so angry that he no longer worried about her health.

Shawn sighed. "I miss Molly."

Vera shrugged. "Molly is at the Chase family, annoying Sebastian."

Shawn changed the subject. "I don't miss her anymore."

September was already halfway done, and Randall's birthday was just around the corner.

When Vera reminded Molly not to forget to prepare a birthday gift for Randall, Molly thought of Sebastian.

Molly racked her brain for days to come up with a birthday gift for Sebastian. What could she give to express her love and care for him?

When Sebastian talked to her, she was lost in thought.

Sebastian, annoyed, pinched her ear, bringing her back to reality. Molly asked, "Sebastian, what did you say?"

When Molly saw Sebastian fuming, she suddenly knew what to give him for his birthday.

So, on Sebastian's birthday, he received a gift he would never forget: fast-acting heart pills!

When the entire Chase family gathered, Sebastian was chasing Molly, pointing at her and threatening, "I'm going to hit you today."

Molly ran around in fear. "Sebastian, it's for your own good. What if one day I make you so angry you have a heart attack? This medicine could save your life."

Sebastian caught up with Molly and held her in his arms.

Molly played the fool, squatting on the ground. Sebastian tried to pull her up, but ended up on one knee, holding her. He was so angry that he slapped her thigh twice through her skirt to vent his frustration.

Sebastian snorted, "Just make me less angry, and I'll be fine."

Molly pouted. "How am I supposed to handle this? If I talk to you, you get upset. If I ignore you, you're annoyed. You get frustrated when I sleep in; you get irritated when I don't focus in class; you get annoyed when I chat with the new guy on your team. Sebastian, do you thrive on 'anger'?"

Sebastian slapped Molly's thigh again.

This time, it hurt a bit.