The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter197 Kinship

Upon arriving at the hospital, Vera found a wheelchair and pushed the immobile Mia. They went to the pain clinic and saw Randall lying on the bed, looking dazed. "Randall, why are you also disabled?" Mia, who was also immobile, asked Randall.

Randall turned his head and looked at Mia and Vera, who had come to visit. He saw Vera and said, "What did you say to Uncle Patrick last night? He came to my room and attacked me without a word." Vera walked up to Randall and gave his head a sharp tap. "Shut up, keep your voice down."

She plucked a hair from Randall's head. To Mia and Randall, it seemed like Vera was punishing Randall by pulling his hair.

"Vera, I will be at odds with you and Patrick for the rest of my life," Randall roared, his voice echoing down the hospital corridor.

Holding Randall's hair, Vera turned and pushed Mia to Randall's bedside. When Mia wasn't looking, she discreetly took a strand of Mia's long hair.

"You two stay in the room for a while. I have some errands to run."

With that, Vera turned and left with the two strands of hair.

In the room, Mia shouted towards the door, "Hey, Vera, how are two immobile people supposed to take care of each other?"

Vera rushed to the genetics department. After completing the paperwork, she handed the two strands of hair to the nurse. "Can you test for a parent-child relationship between an aunt and a nephew?" "An aunt and a nephew can only be tested for kinship."

"Alright, please hurry."

Vera's heart was pounding, and she was so nervous that she forgot she had left two immobile people in the room.

In the room, Randall looked at Mia. "Mia, I need to go to the bathroom."

"Are you expecting me to help you to the bathroom?" Mia patted her leg. "I don't even have a crutch."

Randall said, "At least your wheelchair has wheels. Go out and call for a nurse."

Mia looked down at the wheelchair. "This is my first time using a wheelchair. I don't know how to use it." Randall looked at the ceiling in exasperation and pressed the call button by his bed.

Soon, the intercom buzzed. "Ward 23, what do you need?"

"Could you send a nurse to help? I have an extra disabled person here."

Mia was still fiddling with her wheelchair. "The wheelchair Vera found for me is terrible. It won't move."

Vera was gone for two hours, during which Mia figured out how to use the wheelchair. She wheeled around Randall's bed in circles. "Randall, this wheelchair is so convenient. Let's ask the nurse to get you one too, so we each have one." Randall replied, "I can't bend my back."

"Oh, right, you're seriously injured." Mia asked Randall, "What did you do to get beaten up so badly by your uncle?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't be so frustrated."

Mia thought Randall was worse off than she was.

Vera returned. She looked at Mia and then at Randall, who were playfully bickering. No wonder Randall and Mia looked alike. She had once joked that they looked like a couple, but the truth was, they were aunt and nephew!

However, another question arose. If Mia was Patrick's sister Molly, who had been missing for fifteen years, then who was the real Mia? The photos she had seen weren't fake. What was the hidden truth? Did the Chase family know that Mia wasn't their child? No, the Chase family must know!

A child's appearance changing so drastically-it's impossible for her family not to notice.

Could it be that Timothy and Ellie were the ones who kidnapped Mia and Patrick all those years ago? But why would they take such good care of Mia, making her the most cherished child in the family? "You're back but not coming in? Are you standing at the door to block the wind for us?" Mia sarcastically remarked to Vera at the door.

Vera walked in. Randall and Mia began to complain about her recent unreliability. Mia even boasted to Vera that she had learned how to use the wheelchair.

In the afternoon, Sebastian came to take Mia from the hospital. As soon as he learned Mia was there, he rushed over and scolded her for being disobedient right in front of Vera and Randall. Vera lightly asked, "Mr. Chase, are you afraid of Mia meeting my husband?"

Sebastian looked at Vera, their eyes locking. Vera's words hit Sebastian right in the heart.

He still didn't know about Mia's connection to the Olteran family, but the fact that Patrick knew about the scar on Mia's arm made their relationship a constant source of anxiety for him. After Sebastian took Mia away, only Randall and Vera remained in the room. Randall asked Vera, "Why did your husband hit me last night?"

"Randall, Mia is your aunt."

"Are you kidding me?"

Vera glanced at him lying on the bed, knowing his intelligence wasn't high. "You should rest. I've arranged for a special nurse for you."

She got up and left the hospital room with her backpack.

At 9.00 p.m., Patrick returned home. He had social engagements today, so he came back late.

Vera had been waiting for him for a long time. Patrick thought Vera was eagerly waiting for him to go to bed. Just as he was about to wrap his arms around her waist and get intimate, Vera pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket. "Honey, Molly has been found."

The desire in Patrick's eyes instantly faded. He looked at Vera. Their passionate kiss came to an abrupt halt, and the room fell silent after her words. Patrick let go of Vera.

"You did a kinship test."

"I was the only one who had the chance to get close to her," Vera said calmly.

She placed the test results she had waited two hours for in Patrick's hand. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't believe you before. Mia is indeed related to Randall by blood."

Patrick was shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had been searching for Molly for fifteen years, and now that he had found her, he didn't know what to do. The test report he held in his hand felt searingly hot. He raised his hand and slowly unfolded the report that she had folded several times. The final result shocked him greatly.

Vera hadn't expected things to turn out this way. When she found out in the afternoon, she felt as conflicted as Patrick did now.

"Honey, you can finally give an answer to your mom."

Patrick looked at the paper, his eyes reddening. It was the first time Vera had seen a man cry. His red eyes made her feel uncomfortable. She stood on tiptoe and hugged Patrick.

That night, Patrick went to Hazel's grave. Vera didn't know the rituals or the process; she just followed Patrick's actions obediently.

There was only one mat. Patrick, wearing his suit pants, knelt on the ground and placed the mat under Vera's knees.