Chapter 806 Teddy Will Complain
"Teddy, what are you doing digging through the trash?" Cindy jogged over.
Teddy had already knocked over the trash can, and the lid had flown off, spilling garbage everywhere.
Teddy had a clear goal: he was looking for the popsicle stick his mom sometimes let him lick. He tried to grab it once but missed, tried again and missed, but on the third try, he finally picked it up.
Just then, Patrick walked up to Teddy.
Teddy, proud of his find, held up the stick and raised his little arm to show Patrick.
The sight of the scattered popsicle sticks and wrappers from the trash can brought a deathly silence to the living room.
Vera rushed over too, and to her, Teddy's "showing off" looked like he was tattling on Patrick!
He was definitely tattling!
A few-month-old human child, already tattling!
Shawn thought to himself, "This is bad."
Just as Teddy was about to lick the stick, Vera quickly squatted down and snatched it away.
Patrick stood there, hands in his pants pockets, looking down with a sharp gaze.
Vera lowered her head, Shawn turned his back, and Cindy was too scared to speak under Patrick's intimidating presence.
The servants who knew the truth quickly retreated, afraid of getting involved.
Cindy sensed the tense atmosphere and squatted down to pick up little Teddy, who had exposed everything. "Patrick, I'll take him back upstairs."
Teddy kept looking at the trash on the floor, stubbornly refusing to leave.
But little arms can't win against big arms, and Teddy was carried away from the scene by Cindy.
Patrick coldly glanced at the two people in the living room who didn't dare meet his eyes, then turned and walked to the fridge, opening it to search.
Vera's voice, full of grievance, replied, "Honey, it's not here."
Patrick closed the fridge door and looked down at her. "Lead the way."
His voice was chillingly cold. One moment, he was affectionate with Vera, the next, she was scared stiff.
She took small steps to the kitchen's back room. The kitchen staff, seeing Patrick enter, immediately stood in two rows, heads down, not daring to speak.
At the freezer, Vera struggled to open it with one hand. Patrick, feeling sorry for her, pulled her aside and easily opened the freezer with one hand, looking down at the half-filled freezer of popsicles, taking a deep breath.
Shawn was at the door, ready to sneak away.
Vera was already imagining how she would spank Teddy's butt.
That little rascal, if she didn't spank him this time, it would be a disservice to all her hard work in educating him.
Patrick turned around, "You two, come out with me."
He stepped out of the kitchen first, wearing his shiny leather shoes. The chef thought he was talking to him and Vera.
Vera waved her hand, "Not you, keep cooking. Make more of my husband's favorite dishes tonight. He meant me and my dad."
The chef was relieved.
Outside, Patrick sat on the couch, and Vera and Shawn automatically chose the farthest spot from him.
Cindy held Teddy, occasionally standing by the stairs to peek at the situation below. When Teddy tried to speak, Cindy covered her little nephew's mouth and hid back in the bedroom. "Teddy, you're sleeping with me tonight. I'm afraid your little butt is in trouble."
Teddy, now stripped down to just his diaper, lay clean-faced and clean-handed on the bed.
The living room was dead silent.
Patrick barked, "Do I have to ask?"
Shawn glanced at Vera. Why wasn't she speaking? Didn't she agree to take responsibility if something happened?
Vera clutched her clothes, her eyes darting between Shawn and Patrick, feeling intimidated.
Soon, Vincent came home from work. As soon as he entered, he called out, "Teddy, I'm back."
Seeing no Teddy in the living room, Patrick's face darkened, and the atmosphere was tense, with no servants around.
Vincent quickly sensed something was wrong. Moments later, Cindy called Vincent, "Come upstairs, don't say anything."
Vincent glanced at the living room, didn't interfere with Patrick's business, and decisively went upstairs.
Back in the bedroom, he saw Teddy lying naked under their blanket, and a smile instantly spread across his face. "Let me hold my little darling."
Cindy said, "Your little darling is in big trouble tonight."
"What happened? Did Vera and Dad do something to make Patrick angry again?"
Vincent took a quick look at the situation and understood everything.
Cindy explained, "A while ago, Vera and Dad secretly bought popsicles in bulk. You and Patrick didn't know, and they secretly ate them at home every day. Vera would let Teddy lick the cream off the popsicle sticks to satisfy his cravings.
Teddy can crawl now, and he's smart. Somehow, he figured out that we throw the trash in the trash can. Today, he crawled to the trash can, knocked it over, and found the sticks to eat.
There were five or six popsicles and wrappers inside, and Patrick was there to witness everything. He's downstairs scolding them now."
Vincent laughed, "Patrick is just domineering and controlling. What's there to be angry about?"
"Dad bought half a freezer full, almost enough to sell. They probably won't finish it by October."
Vincent said, "Dad has no self-control when it comes to buying things. Let Patrick teach him a lesson."
The couple decided not to join the commotion, happily holding Teddy.
In the living room, Vera detailed the entire process.
Shawn said, "Patrick, think carefully. This is my house. You're married now, and your home is in Cherry Villa. What I buy is my business."
Patrick instructed the butler, "My dad bought a new set of European porcelain vases last month, right?"
The butler glanced at Shawn, "Yes."
Vera hadn't been punished yet, so she curiously watched Patrick.
"Donate them!"
Shawn angrily tapped his cane on the floor tiles, "Patrick, you wouldn't dare."
Patrick said, "Donate the whole set."
"Patrick, if you do this, we'll split the family." Shawn's face turned red with anger.
Vera whispered to Patrick, "Honey, just donate one. Donating the whole set would kill Dad."
Patrick glared at her, "It's not your turn yet, is it?"
Shawn, furious, went to his bedroom with the butler, determined not to let Patrick donate his most cherished collection. He had worked so hard to collect the complete set, the best in the entire collector's community.
Now, the living room was left with the couple facing off.
Vera raised her injured hand, "Honey, my hand hurts. I've worked so hard. I just wanted to treat myself. Besides, Dad and I have been disciplined every day. You've already punished Dad. I'm your wife, let it go."
"Dad is Dad, you are you. Vera..."
"Honey, I love you."
Patrick was speechless.
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