The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Vera mustered up the courage to speak, but she wasn't believed.

She said, "I really got married."

Noah replied, "I don't believe you."

"I have the marriage certificate!"

"Where did you get it? I'll get one too." Noah still didn't believe her.

Vera was helpless. "Are you out of your mind?"

Noah started to curse, "The one who's out of their mind is you. You met Patrick once, and now you fantasize about marrying him? You're always daydreaming. Wake up, my dear sister; face reality. He would never marry you. What makes you think you're good enough for him?"

"Look at all that fat on you; check your IQ; all you do is cause trouble. You're useless. Your personality is erratic, you're naive, and easily deceived." "You might have a decent face, but only street thugs would hit on you, whistle at you, snap their fingers. Ah! Vera, you're killing your brother." "Go to hell!" Vera said angrily.

Warren and Brianna weren't home, and Vera and Noah started fighting again, this time without their parents to stop them.

Noah cursed while being hit: "Look at you! You don't act like a girl at all! Ah! You're pulling my hair. Vera, you're done."

Vera used both her hands and feet, furious. She was, after all, a young and beautiful girl, formerly recognized as the campus belle of Evergreen University, Patrick's sweetheart, yet Noah had torn her apart with his words. What was wrong with her IQ?

Getting into Evergreen University was her achievement.

What was wrong with gaining weight?

Noah failed to gain weight, and he blamed her for eating too much.

What was wrong with having an erratic personality?

Only those who were spoiled acted erratically!

Noah waved his hands and feet. "With your violence, Patrick would never be interested in you."

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'll take your last name."

Vera was so angry she couldn't even argue properly.

Noah said, "Look at you, you're so dumb you lost your mind. Whether you take my last name or Linister, if you have the guts, don't take my last name. Ah, Vera, you're destined to be single for life. Keep dreaming." Vera was so angry she felt dizzy. She looked ahead, feeling a bit faint.

Her grip weakened, and Vera's vision blurred. She grabbed Noah. "If you make me sick today, my husband won't let you off."

"Vera, you need to see a psychiatrist. You don't even have a husband."

Vera felt a bit nauseous; her legs went weak.

A layer of cold sweat formed on her forehead, and her lower abdomen ached slightly.

"Noah, something's wrong with me." Vera suddenly weakened.

"You're just pretending. You could knock out a bull by yourself. Even if you're unwell, you could still beat me up," Noah said.

Noah rubbed the injury on his head, looking at the bruises on his legs, wincing in pain.

Noah didn't even know why he came back. Worried that Vera would be deceived by thugs and blindly fall in love, he returned, only to be beaten on the first day, kicked on the second, and scolded on the third. He felt he came back just to get beaten up!

Vera increasingly felt something was wrong. She sat on the couch, her lower abdomen aching.

"Noah, my stomach really hurts." Vera cried, her voice tinged with sobs as she whined to Noah.

Vera's crying indeed drew Noah. He turned to see Vera clutching her stomach on the couch. "Vera, what's wrong?"

Tears rolled down Vera's cheeks. "You made my stomach hurt."

"Get lost. I don't have that kind of power."After speaking, Noah noticed Vera's face looked off, and no one else was at home.

"Vera, let's go to the hospital!" He was a bit panicked, too. He grabbed Vera's arm and helped her to the car.

Vera, a law-abiding citizen, said, "Your domestic driver's license hasn't been converted. You can't drive."

"You must not be in pain, worrying about such things. As long as I have a license and can drive better than you, it's fine." With that, Noah had Vera sit in the passenger seat and hurriedly drove to the hospital.

At the hospital, he ignored Vera in the passenger seat and ran to the emergency room. "Excuse me, my sister's stomach hurts, she can't walk."

Soon, a hospital bed was wheeled to Noah's car.

For the first time, Vera was lying on a hospital bed, being wheeled into the emergency room.

On the way, she was still scolding Noah, "If you make me sick, my husband won't let you off. He'll definitely deal with you."

Noah told the doctor, "Doctor, please also check my sister's brain while you're at it."

The doctor thought it was a psychiatric patient and asked, "Which hospital did the patient receive treatment at before?"

Noah replied, "She was normal before. But ever since she met Patrick, she's been claiming she's married to him, that he's her husband. No matter what I say, she won't snap out of it. Just now at home, I told her the truth, and she got so angry. Doctor, she's only 21; you have to save her."

The doctor said, "This indeed needs treatment, probably psychological. A psychologist will come by shortly."

"Thank you," Noah said.

Vera, lying pale on the hospital bed, heard their conversation. She didn't even have the strength to clench her fist, only weakly warning, "Noah, just wait until I can get up. I'll definitely chop you up."

An hour later, in the emergency room.

The previously heated argument between Vera and Noah had quieted down.

Both of them were in shock, not speaking.

Vera had an IV in her hand, staring blankly, mechanically blinking.

Noah sat on the family bench at the foot of the bed, leaning against the wall and just blinking.

Vera and Noah just wanted to sit quietly.

Nurses came and went, and new emergency patients were in agony, but in Vera and Noah's world, it was silent. Vera, feeling lost, was silent for ten minutes.

Then, Noah grabbed a hurried nurse. "Excuse me, I think your machine is broken. Please check my sister again."

The nurse looked at the stunned patient on the bed and then at the family member. "We checked three times, and the machine is fine. She's pregnant, you didn't hear wrong, two months pregnant. Get the father to sign some papers, and transfer to the obstetrics ward. The fetus is unstable. Good thing you brought her in time."

Vera scratched her head, her expression wrinkling. How could she be pregnant?

Noah also wanted to know how Vera got pregnant. How did a fight lead to this?

The nurse left, and Noah sat by Vera's bed, holding back his temper. "Whose bastard is it?"

"I told you, but you didn't believe me." Vera was still a bit aggrieved.

Noah said, "Tell me, I believe you!"

Vera replied, "Patrick's." After saying that, she glanced at Noah's restrained expression and added, "If you still don't believe me, give me your phone, I'll call him over so you can see for yourself."

In the rush, Vera hadn't brought her phone.

Noah could only hand his phone to Vera. He wanted to see which bastard had defiled Vera!