Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 848

Molly slammed on the brakes and pulled up next to Mia and her son. "Mia, when I asked for your help, I didn't mean for you and Henry to be out here suffering." Mia looked puzzled. "Suffering? We're just sitting here, keeping an eye on Saul from outside his shop."

Molly was visibly upset. "Not suffering? It's sweltering out here, and I asked you to keep an eye on Saul, not to stake out like private detectives. Sitting by the roadside in this heat, if Andre saw his two precious ones out here, he'd be heartbroken. He'd have my hide!" The dozing Henry in her arms suddenly woke up with a start, his little face crumpling into a cute pout.

Molly's heart softened, feeling sorry for her family. She blamed herself, thinking she should have set them up comfortably in a café, sipping iced lattes. Seeing them from afar made her heart ache, and she knew Andre would feel the same seeing his treasures like this. Henry sat up, crying, and Mia turned on a mini fan to cool him down.

Hearing Henry's soft cries, Molly's heart melted. She picked up the warm little bundle and covered Henry with kisses. "Mia, get in the car. I'll drive you both home."

Holding her chubby nephew, Molly opened the trunk and showered him with more kisses.

Henry slowly woke up, watching as his small toy car was placed in the trunk, and he cried out again, comforted by his aunt's embrace in the car.

Mia settled into the back seat. "Molly, don't be mad. Henry and I are actually enjoying ourselves. We're not bothered at all."

"Mia, Andre and I worry about you getting sunburned. We even set up a sunshade by the pool for you. Whenever you go out, Andre insists on driving to keep you cool. Now you've gone out without telling us, if you or the kid gets sick from the heat, I'd be in big trouble." "It's not that serious. Besides, you're being too formal with me. Remember when we went to the beach in the middle of summer during our vacation? You dragged me along and didn't worry about me getting sunburned then."

Molly remembered the past: ".

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The beach had been deserted at noon. They had both ended up sunburned, and at home, her brother and mother had to apply ointment to their burns every day...

Mia added, "Henry and I get bored staying at home all day. It's nice to come out, get some sun, sweat a bit. It's like a natural detox. We sleep so well at night. Right, son?"

Henry mumbled his agreement.

Before Molly could dwell on her guilt, Mia shifted the focus. "Molly, let's focus on what's important. You were wondering who Saul was dining with. He's been in there for hours, and he went in alone. Doesn't it seem strange he's taking this long?" Molly, distracted by her nephew playing with her fingers, looked out the window. "That's a good point. I want to know too."

Around 3 p.m., Saul emerged from the café with a few people Molly didn't recognize.

She quickly took photos with her phone.

It seemed like the meeting went well; they all parted with smiles.

Molly then attempted to follow Saul's car, cuddling the soft bundle in her arms.

Mia clapped for her son in the back seat, "Henry, come here, so your aunt can drive."

Henry was fascinated by the driver's seat and clung to his aunt's neck, unwilling to leave.

Molly reluctantly handed him over to the back seat, but he stiffened his neck, refusing. Mia quickly took the co-driver's seat, letting him stay upfront to watch his aunt drive.

Molly accelerated to keep up, but her driving skills were barely adequate for tailing.

With heavy traffic and the risk of collisions, Molly's overconfidence in her driving abilities was tested as she tried to follow Saul.

Then, suddenly, a car changed lanes in front of her. Molly braked hard but not fully, resulting in a "thud" as her car lightly bumped into the vehicle ahead.

Both passengers were stunned; they had rear-ended another car?

Henry laughed, thinking it was bumper cars, thrilled by the excitement.

Mia's heart raced as she got out of the car, realizing the severity of the situation. The other car's rear was damaged, but Molly's seemed relatively unscathed.

A portly man emerged from the other vehicle, angrily asking, "How do you drive?"

Molly also got out, inspecting the damage. "You changed lanes without signaling, and at such a close distance, overtaking was impossible."

Saul had disappeared from view, and Molly regretted that her first driving experience with her sister and nephew ended in a minor collision. Both women were clueless in such situations.

The man eyed his damaged car, "A thousand dollars to settle this privately. I need to replace the bumper."

Mia knew even without car knowledge that the man was trying to swindle them.

Molly retorted, "How can you demand money when it's unclear who's at fault?"

The man, taking advantage of the young women who seemed disoriented and driving a luxury car, insisted, "How did you get your license? The rear car is always at fault in a rear-end collision."

Molly countered, "Did you set the exam questions? Did you write the law? With such expertise, why drive an old beater and scam people?"

An argument erupted, causing a traffic jam as other drivers had to switch lanes to pass.

Soon, a woman joined the man, escalating the argument with Molly on the roadside. "A thousand dollars is letting you off easy. Our car was new two years ago, worth nearly twenty thousand, and it's never been in an accident. You should be paying us two thousand, at least."

The sisters were speechless.

Mia promptly called the police, "Hello, I need to report an accident."

Molly, facing the woman, was reminded of Jack Ashford's quarrelsome mother. "If my car's inspection shows any damage, selling your car won't cover the compensation!"

As horns honked, signaling them to clear the road, Mia finished the call. Soon, the quarreling escalated, and the man shoved Molly's shoulder. She immediately stepped forward, handing Henry to Molly, "Try touching me again, see what happens!" The man pushed Mia's shoulder, taunting, "What's with young girls these days, so sharp-tongued? What if I did?"

Mia swiftly and deftly countered the man's advance, grabbing his arm and pressing it down with force, pushing his face against the car's rear window.

The heat of summer made the exterior of the car scorching hot.

The moment the man's face touched it, he cried out in pain from the heat.

Mia, with her eyes lowered and the image of a sweet girl, gritted her teeth and said, "I planned to take the gentle approach now that I'm a mother, avoiding physical confrontations. But you just had to push it, didn't you!"

Henry watched his mom's efficient and brisk actions, his mouth forming an 'o' of admiration; he loved it!

"Ouch!"