The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Vera found out two days later that she had donated five hundred million dollars. Noah told her.

When she heard the news, she was utterly bewildered.

"Vera, you're so generous. You donated five hundred million dollars just like that," Noah said as he brought food to Vera.

Vera squinted her eyes. "How much did I donate?"

Noah replied, "Five hundred million dollars."

"How much?"

"Five hundred million dollars." Noah looked at Vera. "What? You didn't know?"

Vera lost her appetite. She pointed to her face. "Do I look like someone who has five hundred million dollars? If I did, why didn't I just put it in the bank and live off the interest? Do you really think I'm that great? I've never even seen a hundred million dollars in my life. Do you think I'd be worth five hundred million dollars if you sold me?"

Noah looked at the heavily pregnant Vera. "You wouldn't be worth much. But now that you have a baby in your belly, you are worth five hundred million dollars."

Noah had guessed that the Olteran family might have made a donation in Vera's name to gain good karma. "Could it have been Patrick?"

Before long, Patrick arrived.

Vera went to meet him and asked, "Honey, was it you? Did you donate five hundred million dollars?"

Patrick looked at Noah. "Do you think it was too little?"

"Too little?" Vera grabbed the lapel of Patrick's suit and angrily said, "Don't you realize we have a kid to raise? Formula, diapers, school, college, tutoring, activities, art classes - it all adds up. And don't forget about weddings! Even if we have a daughter, we're gonna need a lot of money, too. You're an idiot, Patrick."

Vera said angrily, "If you gave the money to me, I'd be happy and might even have another child for you. But you donated it all, and now we have nothing. You're making my stomach hurt!"

Patrick quickly held Vera's hands. "We still have money, more than enough to support you and the baby."

Vera's stomach really started to hurt. She held her belly with both hands and took a deep breath. "Honey, my lower abdomen really hurts."

Patrick frowned. Could donating money really have upset Vera this much? "Sweetie, five hundred million dollars is a small amount. If you want, I'll give you another five hundred million dollars to make you happy, okay?" Noah looked at Patrick, shocked. He would spend five hundred million dollars to make Vera happy?

He couldn't understand the thought process of the rich.

Vera's lower abdomen hurt terribly, but she didn't forget to say, "Five hundred million dollars isn't enough. I want one hundred billion dollars."

"Okay, okay, honey, I'll give you all of it. Just don't get upset." Patrick hugged Vera and comforted her. He looked at Noah, who was standing there dumbfounded. "Noah, go get the doctor."

Noah snapped out of it. Any unusual symptoms in a pregnant woman close to delivery shouldn't be taken lightly.

He sprinted out and soon came back, dragging the doctor by the wrist into the room.

"It's not her due date yet. What's going on with her?" The doctor looked at Vera, who was pale as she sat on the bed, and quickly walked over to ask what had happened.

Patrick said, "She got upset. She just found out I donated five hundred million dollars without discussing it with her, and her lower abdomen started hurting."

The doctor was speechless.

Noah teased, "Patrick, are you showing off your wealth?"

Vera lay down and felt better after a while. Her color returned. "My lower abdomen doesn't hurt anymore."

The doctor asked, "Why?"

Vera replied, "My husband just said he'd give me money, lots and lots of money, and then I stopped hurting." Vera really seemed to be pain-free.

Everyone in the room was speechless.

Later, the doctor said, "You're close to your due date. It's normal."

Patrick asked, "What if she starts hurting again?"

The doctor looked at Patrick. "I suggest you use the same method of giving her money to stop the pain." Patrick was at a loss for words.

Patrick glanced at Vera, who needed a hundred billion dollars to be happy, and smiled indulgently. "Okay." Vera bit her lip, a happy grin spreading across her face. "Doctor, you're on board for baby number two, right?"

The doctor left, and Noah pulled up a chair to sit by Vera's bed. "Vera, I must have offended you a lot when we were kids. Please don't hold it against me." Later that night, Vera's lower abdomen hurt again.

Patrick lost a lot of money once more.

This time, the pain lasted a little longer, and Vera cried out in fear.

Randall and Susan heard about Vera's pain and rushed over. Molly was there too.

There was only a few days left to Vera's due date. She sat on the bed, taking deep breaths in fear.

"Vera, don't be scared. There's nothing wrong. You'll just go in to take a look at the delivery room, and in two or three minutes, you'll be out."

Vera asked, "Will it really be that fast?"

Molly had made it up. "Yes, Zoey told me."

Vera was dejected. "Molly, I know you. I can tell when you're lying."

Molly sighed, "That isn't a good thing." Vera could even see through her well-intentioned lies.

Susan softly asked, "Vera, what are you afraid of? I'll help you."

Randall pulled Susan up. "You're just a little girl. What can you do?"

Vera looked at Susan. "I'm afraid of the pain, and I'm afraid I'll run out of strength halfway and need a C-section."

Susan bit her lip, frowning as she thought of a solution. "Hey Vera, how about I make a recording of some jokes for you? You can listen to them during labor to keep your spirits up. Laughter engages your core muscles, which can actually help during childbirth. It's a fun way to stay positive throughout the process."

As soon as Susan finished speaking, everyone in the room looked at her.

"Susan is really pretty," Vera said to Molly.

Molly added, "Too bad she's not smart."

Susan was puzzled. "Molly, Vera, who are you talking about? Me?"

Molly and Vera nodded simultaneously.

Susan shyly scratched her head, looking embarrassed, and then quietly hid behind Randall.

Randall suddenly became much more imposing.

As the due date approached, the Linister family and the Olteran family grew increasingly anxious.

In the middle of the night, Vera, who had been half-awake, suddenly opened her eyes wide. "Honey, I need to tell you something. Brace yourself."

Patrick jumped out of bed and hurried to Vera's side. He couldn't risk falling into a deep sleep at night, since he was worried that Vera might require his assistance.

Vera remained still. "I believe I'm in labor!"