Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 897

Henry tried to balance himself on his dad's shoulder, aiming to tiptoe up with a cheeky grin, but with a loud thud, he lost his footing and landed on the couch, legs flailing in the air. Andre glanced over at his clumsy son, his little face scrunching up again. It looked like the 'Byrne Family Concert' was about to kick off in the house once more.

Later on, after lots of cuddles and kisses from his dad, the little prince finally managed to hold back his tears.

Mia sighed, "Honey, did we really have a son?"

Andre looked at his chubby, adorable son, staying quiet for a moment.

That night, a worn-out Mia, with her back exposed, snuggled into the blanket and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Old wounds hadn't healed before new feelings were added. Andre couldn't sleep just yet. He gently touched the bandage on his wife's arm, a fierce look in his eyes.

Someone dared mess with his wife? They must have a death wish!

And don't think he'd let them off the hook that easily.

Andre got up, grabbed his phone from the table, and headed out to the balcony.

The cool night breeze tousled Andre's hair, adding a chilling layer to his persona under the night sky. The warmth he showed his family during the day and his icy demeanor in the night breeze seemed to be two sides of the same coin. He dialed a number, "Hey, head to the hospital..."

The Byrne family.

Pregnant Jade tried to soothe everyone bit by bit, "Mom, don't blame yourself. Trust me, I'm really healthy, safe, and quite the troublemaker. I didn't want to bother you today, so I called Mia and Anya."

"Dad, it's one thing for Mom to be soft-hearted, but you're a man; you've got to be strong. Not a single hair, no! Not even a drop of sweat was lost. I might have been in danger, but I'm perfectly fine." "Grandma, please take away these jinx-repelling pajamas. I'm not cursed, nor have I attracted any bad luck."

"Grandpa, I always thought you were the wisest in the family. Calm down, alright? I've already had blood drawn twice today. I'm running low on blood and would rather not go through it again."

"Chad, say something. Mom plans to keep me glued to her side for protection; Dad's ready to bring the doctor here; Grandma's into superstitious beliefs thinking I've attracted trouble; Grandpa even wants me to get checked at the hospital." Clearly, she's the one who's pregnant and needs comforting, so why is she the one comforting everyone else?

Chad sat beside his wife, holding her hand, and slowly began to speak.

"Mom, even if you went with Molly, in real danger, no one can protect her like Mia can.

Dad, bringing the doctor here is just for a superficial check-up; the detailed examination still needs the hospital's equipment.

Grandma, I'm the one who attracted the trouble, chase it away from me instead.

Grandpa, Molly's already been checked today. I'll go with her to the hospital for another check-up in a few days."

Molly nodded, "Right, what Chad said is exactly what I wanted to say."

Kendrick asked his son, "Chad, what exactly happened this time that involved the entire family?"

Chad replied, "Three locations were raided, involving large sums. Escaping severe punishment might be tough; it's retaliation against me."

Molly, hugging Chad's arm and resting her chin on his shoulder, listened intently. "Chad, have you wrapped it up?"

Chad turned to look at his wife so close, his love evident as he hugged her, "Almost."

He turned his face, kissing Molly lightly on the cheek, unseen by the family, felt only by Molly. She raised her hand, wrapping it around Chad's neck, "Chad, we need to thank Mia."

"I will," Chad held his wife a little longer.

As he was about to take Molly back to the room to sleep, his phone rang; it was Easton calling.

He answered, "Hey?"

"Chad, is that you?" Easton's voice was urgent and low.

Chad looked at Molly, "Molly, go back and rest first, I need to take this call."

Molly glanced outside at the little bugs under the lampshade, "Chad, then come back quickly, there are lots of mosquitoes out there."

Chad nodded and stepped outside.

Sitting on the swing, the garden light cast a soft, warm orange glow.

The grass in the yard was tended to

daily. Initially, Chad and his father would often trim the lawn together

letting his mother and Molly playe

there. e. Later, when Grandpa discovered his love for gardening, the task of lawn mowing was passed on to him.

The swing was Molly's request, stemming from her childhood inability to get a turn in the park due to the crowd. Molly, with her disposition, disdained waiting in line. What she wanted, within their

means, she got by acting coy at

home.

To get her the swing, the family of four spent a weekend driving around the city before finally replaceing the one she wanted.

Upon returning, Chad looked at every inch of the home, each piece seemingly connected to Molly.

"You can't just act on anger," Easton's voice was low again.

Chad asked, "What's wrong?"

Easton replied, "The hospital, the two people brought in during the day, both arms ruined, tendons picked out, was it you!" Chad was silent for a few seconds, then coldly asked, "And their lives?"

"Damn, Chad, is that what you're worried about?"

Chad again asked, "Which hospital are they in?"

Ten minutes later,

Chad returned to the bedroom, seeing his wife lying in bed. He entered and sat beside Molly.

"Chad, you have to work again, don't you?" Molly could tell from his posture, sitting beside her bed, that Chad was about to leave again. At that moment, she felt truly upset.

Chad leaned over, kissing Molly's temple, "Go to sleep first. I have to deal with a nuisance, but I'll be back soon."

"Chad. Can't you go tomorrow?" Molly's hand reached out from under the blanket, gripping Chad's shirt, her voice filled with tears.

Chad stroked Molly's cheek, "This time it's not a trip away. I promise when you wake up tomorrow, the first person you see will be me."

On the verge of tears, Molly pulled the blanket over her head, hiding her face from Chad.

Chad's reluctant hand rested on the blanket, gently patting, "I'll ask Mom to keep you company."

"If it's not you, I don't want anyone else," the muffled voice came from under the blanket.

Chad was uneasy as he left.

Molly eventually soothed herself, flinging back the covers, her eyes red as she looked at Chad. "You said if the first person I see when I open my eyes tomorrow isn't you, I'll go stay at my mom's house for a week

or two, and I won't come back."

A smile crept over Chad's face. He caressed his wife's cheek, leaned down, and pressed a kiss on her soft lips. "Wait for me."

Chad left the house.

In the dead of night, the hospital was once again filled with police officers.