The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Vera watched as Emily disappeared from sight, unable to enter through the front door, trapped in the car with mounting frustration. She then looked at Jeffrey, who was talking to Molly.

"How did Jeffrey hurt his hand?" Vera observed the bandage around Jeffrey's palm and wondered, 'Who has hit him?'

Patrick raced past cars on his way to Harmony Blossom Women's Health Center, speeding towards his destination.

The hospital parking lot was crowded with cars.

Molly and Jeffrey stood face to face, with her gaze meeting his, unwavering and fearless.

Jeffrey answered her earlier question, "I was just mistaken for someone else at the hospital; do you have to pester me until now?"

Molly gritted her teeth. "You have quite the memory lapse. Is it really that hard to recognize me after all these years?"

Jeffrey instantly became alert. "What do you mean?"

Molly snapped, "I haven't forgotten what happened sixteen years ago!"

Jeffrey's was shocked He thought to himself, 'Sixteen years? She remembers??'

Molly dared not say more, knowing that saying too much could lead to mistakes.

Jeffrey frowned and glared at Molly. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Molly snorted, "You know exactly what I mean, Jeffrey. There's no way out for you. Sebastian has led the police to apprehend Dennis. Aren't you curious about how I recovered my memory? It's all thanks to you." Jeffrey's mind was in turmoil at the mention of Dennis.

He thought, 'Could she really have regained her memory?'

His gaze fixed on Molly, his eyes brimming with malice, and his fists clenched tightly.

In the car, Vera and Randall's palms were sweating nervously.

Despite Jeffrey's intense caution, Molly had managed to lead him on.

"You voluntarily appeared before me. That leaf tattoo on your hand triggered my memories, Jeffrey. Surprising, isn't it? It was you who triggered my recollection of everything. There's no way out for you. With Dennis arrested, you should be in jail too." Molly understood she couldn't bring up anything she wasn't certain of. If she got it wrong, all would be lost.

She had been luring Jeffrey into believing she had regained her memory, even deliberately mentioning Dennis to agitate Jeffrey, making him panic and reveal his flaws.

This risky move was a gamble, but it worked.

Jeffrey impulsively grabbed Molly's hair as she tried to escape, pressing her against the car and gritting his teeth. "I should have stabbed you to death and thrown you into the sea sixteen years ago. You got lucky. Molly, you should have died sixteen years ago, just like Patrick."

Molly's scalp felt like it was being torn apart, as if someone had sprinkled chili powder on a wound, causing her to gasp in pain.

Jeffrey admitted it! It really was him!

Molly endured the intense pain in her head and started laughing, "I never told you my name is Molly!"

Jeffrey frowned, looking at Molly.

He thought, 'Since she remembers everything, why does Sebastian choose to arrest Dennis first instead of me? After all, I was the one who carried out the kidnapping case back then. 'Why does she suddenly show up at the hospital today to confront me? It appeared planned, as if she has been waiting for me.

'Why does she suddenly come alone to tell me she has regained her memory? Shouldn't her first action after regaining her memory be to call the police?'

All these thoughts made Jeffrey suddenly understand why Molly was laughing.

With his injured hand, he quickly took her phone from her pocket. Sure enough, it was recording.

Meanwhile, Molly immediately shouted, "Randall, the phone!"

Randall threw open the car door and rushed out, forgetting to close it. Despite knowing he couldn't win, he went out to protect Molly.

Vera also wanted to go, but as she was about to get out of the car, she suddenly thought of Cindy's ordeal.

She looked down at her abdomen and didn't dare to take the risk because of her baby.

Randall and Molly were no match for Jeffrey. Vera couldn't just sit there; she opened the car door, got out, and shouted, "Emily, what are you doing here?" Jeffrey quickly looked around, but no one was there. At that moment, Randall seized the opportunity, grabbed the phone, and threw it to Molly. Jeffrey turned his gaze toward Vera.

For a moment, his hatred intensified, and the pain in his palm was a constant reminder. All of this was Patrick's doing, and to this day, his palm still ached. Seeing Vera, he thought of a way to get revenge on Patrick.

He clenched his fist and moved toward Vera.

Molly hurried to try to stop him.

As Jeffrey advanced, Vera took hesitant steps back, clutching a knife in her hand. For the first time, she felt the raw sting of fear, the dangerous proximity of violence. As his fist came toward her, Molly stepped in front of her.

Molly's head was struck, the ambient sounds seemed to recede into a hollow echo, enveloping her in a blend of quietness.

She couldn't see people clearly, her vision blurred, and she couldn't stand, crashing into the front of another car.

In an instant, she seemed to return to that evening, with strong winds and big waves.

She saw a girl, covered in blood-though it wasn't her blood but her brother's. The girl, dressed in a tattered princess gown, stood forlornly on the rocks, surrounded by the relentless roar of the ocean. An elderly voice echoed, "Throw her overboard and make sure her body is never found."

The person executing the order had a leaf tattoo on his arm, and that face overlapped with Jeffrey's.

Molly lay on the ground, watching Randall run toward Vera.

It felt as though she was transported back to that fateful night. As a child, she was tossed into the waves, which repeatedly slammed her against the rocks before pulling her out into the vast ocean.

She opened her mouth to call "Mom, Dad," but as soon as she opened her mouth, the waves flooded her nostrils and mouth. Time and again, she struggled to breathe, choked, and was suffocated, until she finally lost consciousness. Vera saw Patrick approaching and, overwhelmed by terror, broke down in tears. She threw herself into Patrick's arms, her knife clattering to the ground.

Sebastian squatted down and picked up Molly. "Molly, Molly?"

Molly's hand tightly gripped the phone, not letting go.

Jeffrey was nowhere to be seen. Unconscious, Molly didn't know Sebastian's panic at that moment; she only felt at ease smelling Sebastian's scent. She thought to herself, 'Sebastian, I know who the bad guy is. This time you can handle the case without worry.'

When Molly awoke in the hospital, her entire family was there.

Ellie, Timothy, Shawn, Zoey and Max, Vincent, Cindy-all her loved ones were by her side.

Vera's eyes were swollen from crying, and Randall was deeply remorseful, having just been scolded by Vincent and Cindy.