The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Vera pouted. "It's fine, I'm just a little embarrassed." They were indeed not good at taking care of patients. Both of them forgot about Shawn lying on the sick bed. Vera kept feeding Shawn water, with Patrick by his side.

Unable to bear the hunger, Shawn asked, "Could you ask Tom when he's bringing me breakfast?" Vera's hand holding the water paused in mid-air.

Shawn had been awake for an hour, and they had forgotten about bringing breakfast to him.

Patrick coughed awkwardly.

"Dad, when Patrick and I came, we actually brought you breakfast. You were asleep at the time; we left it in the corner and forgot about it, and then..." They forgot until now.

Indeed, they were unreliable.

Shawn was furious. Were they really here to take care of him?

They even forgot about the patient's meal.

Patrick got up and brought the lunchbox from the nearby table.

Vera quickly set up the table for Patrick to prepare breakfast for Shawn.

She babbled, "Dad, the corn soup was a bit hot just now, now it's just warm, you don't need to waste energy blowing on it."

Shawn asked, "So, do I need to thank you for cooling down the soup for me?"

"We're family, no need for thanks," Vera said shamelessly.

Her behavior actually made Shawn chuckle.

There was a hint of a smile on Patrick's face.

He served the meal. To make up for forgetting to let Shawn have breakfast earlier, Vera took the initiative to pick up the bowl and chopsticks and sat by the bed, saying, "Dad, let me feed you." Shawn said, "Are you daring enough to feed me? I dare not drink it."

"It's fine, no poison. Eat with peace of mind," Vera scooped up a spoonful of the corn soup, not bothering to blow on it as it steamed, and handed it to Shawn's mouth. Hesitantly, Shawn opened his mouth. "It's hot."

As soon as Shawn took a sip, his tongue felt like it was on a hot pan, tears welling up from the heat of the corn soup.

Seeing Shawn's discomfort, Vera panicked. "What should we do, Dad? I don't know what to do either."

With his mouth still burning, Shawn looked at her for help.

Patrick quickly grabbed a piece of paper and placed it under Shawn's mouth. "Dad, you can spit it out."

Shawn spat out the soup into Patrick's palm.

Relieved, Shawn took a deep breath. "Vera, go rest for a bit, dear."

Embarrassed, Vera lowered her head, realizing she had made another mistake.

"I'll let Patrick feed you."

Vera got up from her seat and glanced at Patrick.

Patrick went to the bathroom to wash his hands and then came back to sit by the bed, taking the bowl handed to him by Vera. The usually confident Patrick was now nervous.

He had never taken care of anyone, let alone fed someone.

Patrick had no trouble dealing with the cutthroat world of business, but feeding his father breakfast was a different challenge.

Taking the bowl from Vera, his wrist stiffened slightly.

Vera, being young, was not adept at feeding others.

But if a man nearing thirty couldn't feed someone breakfast, it would be laughable.

Despite his inner nervousness, Patrick's demeanor remained composed.

Learning from Vera's mistake, he blew on the food before offering it to Shawn.

Feeling that they were both a bit unreliable, Shawn hesitated even when the corn soup was brought to his mouth, blowing on it once more before tentatively taking a bite. "Patrick, this is the first time you've fed me," Shawn remarked.

Patrick remained silent; he and Shawn had never seen eye to eye.

Seeing Shawn's comment, Patrick coldly ignored it.

Trying to lighten the mood, Vera interjected, "Dad, I'm sorry just now. I didn't expect our thermos to be so effective. It's still hot after a few hours."

Glancing at Vera, Shawn remarked, "You're not good at taking care of people."

Vera stuck out her tongue. "I'm learning slowly."

"You won't learn." Shawn knew Vera was different from Cindy. She had been pampered and lived a life of luxury since childhood, never experiencing any hardships at the Linister family. Having been raised by servants, it was unrealistic to expect her to learn how to care for others. Drawing from his years of experience, Shawn told Vera, "You won't learn." Patrick's feeding was decent; at least he didn't burn him.

The pair of them, one feeding and the other chatting, created a peaceful atmosphere around Shawn.

After Patrick finished feeding him, Shawn noticed the food residue on his hospital gown.

He fell silent.

Vera moved closer to Patrick, tugging at his sleeve. "Darling, you're not good at feeding either?" Patrick, rarely embarrassed, replied, "Because this is my first time."

Shawn was put on a drip, so he couldn't change his clothes even if he wanted to.

If he lay down with dirty clothes, he would soil the bed.

He was unhappy, accusing, "You're here to torment me deliberately."

Vera blinked rapidly, looking somewhat guilty. "Dad, you should feel privileged. You're the first patient that Patrick and I have taken care of."

Shawn retorted, "Should I feel honored then?"

Vera responded with resolve, nodding sincerely. "Yes."

Patrick looked at Vera's face, puzzled; how did she manage to be so unabashed sometimes?

Shawn was speechless to have such a daughter-in-law.

However, in a short while, the nurse came to change his dressings and noticed Shawn's clothes. Shawn wanted to lie down and get some sleep, but his mysophobia wouldn't allow him to rest in unclean clothes. Vera was the best at coming up with unconventional ideas.

Vera, always full of ideas, suggested, "Dad, remove the syringe needle from your hand, change your clothes, and then get another one."

What a clever idea!

What a wise person!

Unable to contain himself, Shawn snapped at Vera, "It's easy for you to say. If I get pricked, it's my flesh that's pierced, not yours. You won't feel the pain, but I will."

Vera continued, "Just a quick prick, like an ant bite, it won't hurt at all."

Pointing to the nurse, Shawn said, "Come on, give my daughter-in-law a shot, just a painless one like an ant bite."

The nurse was taken aback by Shawn's words.

She asked, "But, Mrs. Olteran isn't sick."

Thinking quickly, Shawn retorted, "Who says she's not sick? She's so mentally ill, can't you see?"