Chapter 828 Heartache
                    In the evening, Sebastian came home, carrying a well-fed Teddy and sharing the funny events of the day. "Just like Molly, if he's not chewing on my police badge, he's gnawing on my medals."
Vera, curious, perked up and asked, "What medals? Molly, what were you chewing on?"
Molly, remembering her embarrassing moment, quickly changed the subject. "Forget that. What were you about to tell me?"
"Marigold."
"What?" Molly instantly became alert. "Is she involved with my Sebastian?"
"No, not with Sebastian, but it seems she might be involved with Scott."
Molly's heart sank. "As long as it's not with Sebastian, that's fine. But what's her deal with Scott?"
Vera nodded and sighed. "I could have found out, but tonight Teddy almost choked on a cucumber, and I didn't get a chance to ask."
"How do you know they're involved?" Molly asked, curious.
Vera continued, "This afternoon, Teddy was taken to the police station by Scott. When he came back, Patrick and I went to Scott's hotel to pick him up, and I overheard bits of their conversation."
The Olteran family had a peculiar way of focusing on things. Molly asked, "Why only bits?"
"Because I ate Teddy's lollipop, and he started crying. I had to calm him down, and by the time he was settled, Patrick had finished talking. Oh, and that lollipop was given by Marigold."
Molly suggested, "Vera, let's exchange information. You find out about Marigold and Scott's relationship, and I'll get updates on Sebastian's counterfeit money case. Deal? Don't you want to know who made your fake money?"
"Deal."
The two friends agreed with a high-five.
The next day, Randall was heading to work when he saw a Rolls-Royce Lightning Speed parked conspicuously at the entrance of his office building. The security guards didn't dare to ask the driver to move, and the passing office workers kept glancing back at the car.
Randall lived close to work, so he walked to the office. As he was about to enter, the car's horn sounded. Everyone stopped, but Randall continued towards the building.
Scott rolled down the window and called out, "Randall."
Randall turned around, surprised. "Scott?"
The morning crowd noticed Randall knew the owner of the luxury car, and many gave him a second look.
Ignoring the stares, Randall walked over to Scott's car, opened the passenger door, and got in. "Scott, why are you here?"
Scott pulled out his laptop. "Randall, do you have time this afternoon? I need your help to check if a surveillance video has been tampered with. You can't take the laptop or video with you; it's a family secret."
Randall opened the laptop and quickly navigated through it. "Scott, is this the video?"
Scott was surprised. "You found it so quickly?"
Randall explained, "Scott, the video is on this hard drive. I can access your surveillance directly from my computer, which isn't safe at all."
Scott was speechless. Indeed, there are always people more skilled than you.
Randall quickly typed on the laptop, and soon Susan's video call came through. He handed the laptop to Scott. "Scott, come to my place tonight. I need to clock in now, or I'll be late. I'll check the video for you tonight. I've locked the video on your laptop, so it's safe for now. No hacker can get in. I gotta go."
Randall's phone call with Susan continued. He quickly answered, "Hey, Susan, I'm on my way."
"Randall, did you stay up late studying again? You're about to be late."
"I ran into Scott. I'll send you a picture from my desk soon."
Randall waved to Scott and ran into the office building, clocked in, and took the elevator.
The benefit of almost being late was that no one else was in the elevator.
Otherwise, in this office building, waiting for the elevator could take two or three rounds before you could get on.
Since Susan went on vacation, she often forgot to chat with Randall. Randall set a rule for her to wake up early and call him to wake him up.
He, in turn, would send her a picture from his desk every morning.
They both got used to this routine.
Susan hadn't received a picture from Randall yet, and seeing he was about to be late, she hurriedly called him.
Scott watched Randall's running figure and sent a message to Patrick: "Randall looks like he's lost a lot of weight."
Patrick read the message, his cold eyes showing a hint of concern.
Behind him, Teddy was standing on his chair, fiddling with the seat.
Father and son were back to back, with Teddy occasionally making sounds and climbing up to chew on the leather chair.
Patrick turned around and picked up the drooling Teddy, looking at his cute, soft son. He lost interest in working.
Vera was out shopping with Cindy and couldn't take care of the child. Shawn and a group of elderly people had seen some promotional ad and decided to go to the mountains for a summer retreat, sending him off early in the morning.
With no one else at home, Teddy was temporarily left with his dad.
Vera and Cindy shopped for clothes for the whole family.
After leaving the men's section, they went to the baby store, then to the elderly clothing section, and finally to their own.
Vera said, "Shopping from morning to noon, we've burned some calories. Let's try on some dresses; we can buy a smaller size."
Cindy laughed, "You really know how to talk."
Since they bought a lot of clothes, Cindy didn't let Vera carry the bags. Vera had wrist tendonitis last time, which scared Cindy. Vera, being younger, insisted on carrying the bags, so they decided, "Let's have the mall staff deliver the clothes to our homes."
At the mall's service desk, they registered their information, noting that most of the clothes were for men, followed by children's clothes.
Cindy remarked, "We have to buy clothes for the whole family, so women are the most important in a household."
Vera agreed, "You're right. Patrick always throws his clothes around when he gets home, and Teddy drools everywhere. Changing his clothes every day is exhausting."
After venting, they both felt happy.
In the afternoon, a black car was parked by the roadside near an office building. The man in the driver's seat was holding a chubby baby, watching the crowd leaving work without opening the window.