Chapter 829 Someone Has Always Been There
Teddy had no clue why he was there. Held by Patrick, he squirmed and slapped the closed window, his bracelet and the car window making dull thuds. Before long, he stuck out his tongue and started licking the window.
A boy walked out of the office building, looking noticeably thinner.
Since leaving home, he had to do everything himself. Meals were all takeout because he couldn't cook. His job wasn't as flexible as it had been at the Olteran Group, where he was second only to Patrick and could come and go as he pleased.
Teddy kept slapping the window, making noise.
Standing on Patrick's lap, his shoes were nowhere to be found, and his bare feet stomped all over his father's legs.
He stood on tiptoe and accidentally pressed the button to lower the window.
With a bit of pressure from his toes, the window slowly descended. He watched it open with excitement and joyfully shouted.
Patrick had taken his eyes off him for a moment, and the window was open.
He feared Randall would notice them, but his son seemed to want Randall to notice him, shouting loudly in excitement.
Patrick quickly pulled his son back and closed the window.
Randall heard the shout and looked around, only seeing an inconspicuous black sedan. He muttered, "Whose kid is yelling like Teddy? So noisy."
He actually missed the noisy Teddy.
He turned and continued walking.
Inside the car, Teddy's crying started again.
He had almost exposed his father and was spanked by Patrick for it.
Patrick grabbed his son's little foot and gave it a light slap. "Where did you throw your shoes again?"
Teddy cried, showing his teeth, his fists clenched tightly, angry from being hit.
After spanking his son, Patrick had to wipe his tears.
Looking at his son crying loudly, using all his strength.
Patrick pinched his son's round waist. "If only you could share some of this meat with your brother."
Teddy cried out for "Mommy."
Patrick bent down, found Teddy's shoes under the seat, put them on him, and then tossed him into the back seat.
Given his recent experience of opening the window with his foot and the lack of a car seat in the back, Patrick came up with a solution.
He placed his son on the floor mat in the back seat, letting him hold onto the back seat, knowing he couldn't walk yet and would just stand there.
Teddy stood there alone, feeling abandoned by Patrick, and cried intermittently for as long as Patrick drove.
When they arrived at the Olteran Group, Patrick appeared with his sobbing son, handing the car keys to Jack. "Thanks."
Jack didn't dare ask why Patrick, who had a luxury car, borrowed his car.
He saw Teddy, sweating and with wet clothes from crying. "Patrick, is Teddy okay?"
"He's fine. Let him cry. He'll stop when he's had enough."
Patrick didn't linger, turning to the garage to get his own car. This time, Teddy recognized the car seat as his and eagerly wanted it.
Meanwhile, Patrick and Teddy arrived home, while Randall returned to his rented place.
Scott was downstairs, checking out the neighborhood. He recorded a video on his phone to send to Patrick.
"Just knew no one would invite you here, so I'm recording it for you. The environment is average, full of renters, and quite chaotic."
Soon, Randall joined Scott. "Hey Scott, come upstairs with me."
At the apartment, Scott saw the roommates, some shirtless in slippers, others with messy hair, stretching and knocking on the bathroom door. "Hurry up, can't wait."
Seeing Scott's cold expression, people glanced at him. "Randall, is this your brother?"
Randall replied, "No, it's Patrick."
They walked through the narrow hallway into Randall's bedroom, which instantly felt brighter and had a private bathroom, avoiding the queue outside.
Randall opened the fridge, took out two cold sodas, and handed one to Scott. "Here, have a drink."
Scott looked at Randall's small fridge, with both fresh and frozen sections. "Wow, Randall, you even have a fridge. Nice, everything's well-equipped."
He squatted down to examine it, finding the functions quite good.
"A fridge is nothing. I still have to go downstairs to sign for a washing machine."
Having a girlfriend meant her influence was always present, even if she wasn't. Susan wanted to fill his room with stuff.
Every day, "Randall, remember to pick up the package. I bought you some oatmeal. If you don't have time for breakfast, just mix it with milk."
"Randall, I bought you something online..."
"Randall, I sent you..."
Speaking of Susan, she called.
"Hey, Susan."
Susan reminded him, "Randall, you're back at your place. Don't forget to pick up the washing machine. The shared one isn't clean. Use the one I bought for you, it's personal and hygienic. For washing sheets and..."
"Okay, okay, I know. I'm busy now."
"Oh, I won't bother you then. Remember." Susan reminded him again before hanging up.
Scott sat on the bed, looking at Randall's life. Nearing thirty, he lived worse than his twenty-something nephew. At least Randall had a girlfriend.
Randall's study materials were scattered on the table. Scott picked them up, seeing each page meticulously marked. "Really competing with Patrick."
Randall didn't respond.
Scott said, "He cares about you."
"I know," Randall replied.
He connected Scott's computer to his own and started working.
Scott pulled up a chair next to Randall. He could understand the simple parts, but the complex ones were just a string of code to him.
Randall kept checking the interface from seven to ten at night, frowning. Scott eventually couldn't understand and secretly recorded Randall's hard work, sending it to their group chat.
Joshua: "Scott, ask Randall if he can upgrade the Smith Group's security network."
Ian replied to Joshua: "Ian, he definitely can't."
Joshua and Ian immediately went offline.
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