Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 806

"Henry, what on earth are you doing digging through the trash?" Naomi jogged over, a mix of curiosity and concern in her voice.

Henry had toppled the trash can over, and in doing so, the lid had flipped off, spilling garbage everywhere. He was on a mission, though, searching for the ice cream stick his mom sometimes let him lick. His little hands tried once, then twice, and finally, on the third attempt, he managed to grab hold of it.

Just then, Andre walked over to his son. Henry, proud as a peacock, held up the stick for his dad to see, as if he'd found buried treasure.

The sight of the ice cream sticks and wrappers scattered around brought an eerie silence to the living room. Mia hurried over, and in her eyes, Henry's "showing off" was nothing short of tattling on his dad. At just a few months old, and he was already a tattletale! Hansen thought to himself, oh boy, this isn't good.

As Henry opened his mouth to lick the stick, Mia swooped down and snatched it away. Andre stood there, hands in his pockets, looking down with an intimidating presence. Mia glanced down, Hansen turned away, and Naomi, intimidated by her uncle's demeanor, kept quiet.

The truth-knowing servants in the room were practically shaking, hoping not to get dragged into the drama.

Sensing the tension, Naomi picked up the little whistleblower. "Andre, I'll take him back to his room, okay?"

Henry still eyed the trash, stubborn as ever, but he couldn't resist his great-aunt's strength and was carried away from the battleground.

Andre cast a cold glance at Hansen and Mia, who avoided his gaze, before heading to the fridge. Mia, feeling small and guilty, whispered, "Honey, it's not in there."

Andre shut the fridge, looked at her, and said, "Show me."

His voice was icy, a sharp contrast from the warmth he'd shown her just moments before.

She led him with hesitant steps to the pantry behind the kitchen. The kitchen staff, upon seeing Mr. Andre, lined up quietly, not daring to speak.

At the freezer, Mia struggled to open it with one hand. Andre, softening, gently pulled her aside and opened it effortlessly. He sighed deeply at the sight of half a freezer packed with ice cream.

Hansen, meanwhile, was edging towards the door, hoping to sneak away.

Mia was already plotting how to discipline Henry without resorting to the stick, convinced that anything less would undermine her teaching efforts.

Andre turned back, "You two, come with me."

He strode out of the kitchen, his polished shoes clicking on the floor. The chef, thinking he was being summoned, was relieved when Mia waved him off. "Not you, keep cooking. Make some of my husband's favorite dishes tonight. He means me and my dad." Outside, Andre settled on the couch while Mia and Hansen instinctively kept their distance.

Naomi, holding Henry, peeked from the stairwell. When Henry tried to speak, she covered his mouth and retreated to the bedroom. "Henry, you're bunking with me tonight. I'm worried about your little behind."

Henry, now in just his diaper, lay on the bed, clean and washed. "Oh~"

The living room was silent.

Andre sternly asked, "Were you waiting for me to start?"

Hansen glanced at Mia, wondering why she wasn't speaking up. Weren't they supposed to handle this?

Mia nervously fidgeted, casting glances between her father and husband.

Soon, Bruce came home, calling out, "Henry, your great-uncle is back."

Noticing the absence of children and the tense atmosphere, Bruce quickly sensed something was up. Naomi soon called him, "Come upstairs, and keep quiet."

Bruce took one look at the living room, decided to stay out of his brother's affairs, and joined Naomi upstairs.

Finding Henry tucked under his blanket, Bruce couldn't help but smile. "Great-uncle's got his little treasure."

Naomi sighed, "Your little treasure is in big trouble tonight."

"What happened? Did Mia and Dad upset Andre again?"

Naomi filled him in. "Recently, Mia and your dad secretly stocked up on ice cream. You and Andre didn't know, and they've been sneaking some at home. Mia let Henry lick the leftover sticks to satisfy his cravings. Now that Henry can crawl, he figured out where we'd toss the sticks. Today, he went to the trash, overturned it, and started looking for the sticks to munch on.

With Andre there, he found out everything. He's giving them a talking-to downstairs."

Bruce chuckled, "Andre's just being his usual controlling self. Nothing to get worked up about.”

"Our dad has half a freezer full, like he's running an ice cream shop. We won't finish it by October."

Bruce nodded, "Dad's never had much restraint shopping. Andre teaching him a lesson might be a good thing."

They decided to stay out of it, cuddling Henry happily.

In the living room, Mia recounted the whole story.

Hansen protested, "Andre, remember, this is my house. You're married now, your place is at Maplewood Estates. I have the freedom to buy what I want."

Andre told the butler, "Didn't my dad buy a new set of celadon vases last month?"

The butler glanced at Hansen. "... Yes."

Before Mia's punishment was decided, she watched her husband curiously.

"Donate them," Andre declared.

Hansen, furious, slammed his cane. "Andre, don't you dare."

Andre insisted, "Donate the whole set."

"Do that, and we're done as father and son," Hansen fumed, his face flushed.

Mia whispered to Andre, "Honey, just one. The whole set would break Dad's heart."

Andre glared at her, "It's not your turn yet, is it?"

Hansen, seething, stormed off with the butler to guard his prized collection. He wasn't about to let his son give away what took him years to gather, a set envied for its completeness and beauty. Now, only Andre and Mia remained in the living room.

Mia raised her injured hand, "Honey, my hand hurts. I've worked so hard and just wanted a little treat. I've been disciplined like Dad. You've already scolded him, let me go this time. I'm your wife." "Dad's Dad, and you're you, Mia."

"Honey, I love you."

Andre was momentarily speechless, caught between frustration and affection.