Chapter 846 Teddy Has a Toy Room
Molly: "Sebastian's not home anyway, and I'm out too."
In the evening, just as Teddy was about to go to his bedroom to sleep, Molly showed up.
She snatched Teddy away, hugging and squeezing him, planting kisses all over.
Teddy was so sleepy his eyelids could barely stay open, yet the adults were still playing with him.
As soon as he cried, everyone passed Teddy to Vera.
It was as if Vera's arms had magic - she held him and patted his little bottom for a bit, and he was quickly soothed.
As the night grew deeper and they stopped teasing Teddy, Vera asked Molly, "Patrick said you've been busy. I haven't had a chance to ask you - how are things at the factory?"
"Pretty good. We just wrote off the money we lost as bad luck. But the arsonist - still no leads. Oh, by the way, about that thing I asked you to find out from Marigold last time, did you learn anything?"
Vera: "Did I waste my money?"
They both understood what the other meant - neither had found anything out.
Vera could tell her friend had something on her mind. "Just say it. No need to struggle with whether you should tell me or not."
"Vera, I suspect someone, but I don't have proof."
Vera: "Who?"
"Jonathan. There's just a tiny connection - he used to work in that position back then. But that doesn't prove he'd commit arson. My mom thinks it's far-fetched."
Vera: "Suspicion is the first step. The next step is to disprove your suspicion. If you can't disprove it, that's basically evidence."
Molly leaned back on Patrick's couch. "Evidence... Vera, help me."
Vera: "I'm scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Nothing good ever happens when the three of us get together."
Molly sat up from the couch. "It's fine. Without Randall, our 'curse' doesn't work."
Vera asked: "What do you want me to help you with?"
The two huddled together, whispering.
Patrick came down the stairs, picked up the sweetly sleeping Teddy, and said to Vera and Molly: "Both of you, go to bed now."
The two exchanged glances and nodded at each other. "Let's sleep. We'll talk on the phone tomorrow."
One followed behind Patrick, the other went to the guest room.
Patrick carefully placed Teddy on the bed. The moment his bottom touched the mattress, it instantly triggered his "power button."
Teddy's little hand grabbed his dad's arm, crying non-stop.
Patrick had to pick him up again and rock him back to sleep.
He tried several more times, but the crying got louder and louder, as if Teddy was about to wake up completely.
He'd slept for quite a while in the evening, so if he woke up now, they'd be up all night.
So he handed Teddy to Vera, who quickly placed Teddy on the bed.
When Patrick was careful and gentle with his movements, Teddy seemed ready to cry awake.
But when his mom was rough and quick, just tossing him onto the bed and even rolling him once, he just pouted his little mouth and went straight to sleep.
"Why isn't he crying?" Patrick was curious - this wasn't Teddy's usual style.
Vera: "I put him down too fast. He didn't have time to react - the crying couldn't keep up."
Having gone to bed early, he woke up early the next day.
Early in the morning, when Patrick went to Teddy's bedroom after waking up, Teddy had already cried himself into standing up, holding onto the headboard, covered in sweat from who knows how long he'd been crying.
Seeing his dad, Teddy immediately stretched out his chubby little arms, crying for daddy to hold him.
But he overestimated his balance. Unable to stand steady, with a "thud," he fell straight backward onto his little blanket, both feet flying up in the air, landing in a position with all four limbs pointing skyward.
He fell on his own, so he cried on his own.
But his dad was laughing, laughing at how cute Teddy looked when he fell just now.
Patrick, still laughing, quickly went over to pick up the adorable Teddy, kissed his sweaty little face, and said, "Good boy, you're fine."
He wiped away his tears and sweat, then added: "It doesn't hurt. You're short, so the impact is light. Plus, dad bought you the best, softest mattress. It didn't hurt."
Teddy's little hand clutched his dad's collar, still feeling wronged.
Patrick's heart melted.
He carried him straight to his bathroom, gave him a quick wash, then went downstairs and prepared Teddy's formula with one hand.
Occasionally, he'd let Teddy stand on the water dispenser, holding his shoulders with both hands to practice standing. Teddy was cautious - seeing the formula in his dad's hand, he'd hold onto dad with one hand and reach for it with the other.
Patrick carefully adjusted the water temperature and handed it to Teddy. Then he instructed the servants, "Start preparing breakfast. Teddy will have fish soup this morning."
After speaking, Patrick looked at Teddy's round little face. Teddy still had tears hanging on his eyelashes. Patrick held him and wiped his eyes again, saying: "Not very smart - better eat some fish."
In the early morning, he took Teddy to the gym.
Teddy stood there holding onto the exercise equipment, Patrick's eyes on him. Even without talking, father and son's mood was excellent.
When Vera woke up, she started calling Molly to get up.
She didn't use words - she just carried Teddy to her friend's bedroom.
Five minutes later, Molly emerged with messy hair, holding Teddy. "Vera, thanks for giving birth to a baby alarm clock for me."
"You're welcome."
In the morning, Patrick dropped Molly off at the MS Group. On the way, he asked how she was handling the company situation.
Vera was at home, looking at her Teddy. "How am I supposed to investigate what Molly asked me to look into? Holding you, dragging you around - I can't get anything done."
Lazy Teddy suddenly flopped into his mom's arms. Vera couldn't bear to put down her soft and sweet Teddy. "Don't cry. Today I'll push you in the stroller. If you don't cooperate, I'll leave you on the side of the road."
"Mama."
Vera rubbed his little round head, picked up Teddy, and went to his playroom.
Teddy had a playroom that his father had set up for him.
Inside were all the toys family and friends had bought him from birth until now.
Vera grabbed a commonly used stroller, put him in it, packed the essentials, and went out for a walk.
When Randall arrived at the company the next day, many colleagues automatically kept their distance when they saw him. Before, he was just cold, but recently, everyone seemed to have heard some rumors - Erik had been promoting Randall a lot lately, even taking the initiative to take Randall out to eat, being overly friendly with him.
If he became Erik's confidant or something else in the future, would Randall snitch to Erik about their work during office hours? Or if he didn't like someone, would he make things difficult for them?
Randall sat at his desk, his eyelids lowered, his peripheral vision catching everyone's private discussions about him behind his back.
He said nothing. Instead, it was Otto who was very friendly to him. "Randall, have you had breakfast? I just bought a few sandwiches on the way - want to try one?"
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