Seeing Patrick a bit puzzled, Vera exined, "He said that for serious discussions, we sit upstairs, but for family meals, it''s more joyful to sit in the lobby, eating andughing freely." Patrick said, "Alright, next time let''s try sitting in the lobby." He hadn''t dined in the first-floor hall before.


    Vera bit her tongue, regretting in her heart why did she say so much.


    However, as long as there''s food, it doesn''t matter where they sit.


    Soon, news of Patricking to Rustic Hearth Cafe with his family spread, saying he was dining with his rtives.


    In less than five minutes, someone appeared as if by chance, pleasantly surprised to greet Patrick.


    Seeing the woman beside Patrick, the person asked, "Is this Mrs. Olteran?"


    Patrick looked at the girl obediently leaning against him and introduced, "My wife, Vera."


    Vera greeted with a smile, not at all restrained, which made Shawn have a better impression of her.


    She had charisma, at least not shy.


    He remembered the first time he saw Vera, even though she deliberately dressed unattractively, her spirits and her demeanor were extraordinary.


    Shawn took a sip of coffee, nodding in satisfaction.


    Seemingly satisfied with the taste of the coffee and perhaps with Vera.


    As acquaintances left, Vera acted childishly again. "Honey, I don''t think it was a chance encounter, do you?"


    "Yes," Patrick smoothed Vera''s hair as if petting a cat.


    Soon the food arrived, and she saw the delicacies, her eyes sparkling.


    "Shawn, hurry and eat."


    Shawn chuckled. "Not tasty?"


    "Of course, it''s delicious; there''s a reason it''s expensive." She picked up a piece of shrimp, the tender meat entering her mouth. Before she could chew much, she picked up a piece of salmon. "Delicious, really delicious, dear." Patrick smiled helplessly and also tasted with a fork.


    They were unaware that a pair of eyes across the room had been watching them.


    Alexis held her phone, looking up at Vera enjoying her meal.


    She called Emma, "Emma, I''ve seen her."


    Half an hourter, just as Patrick, Shawn, and Vera were chatting happily, an unexpected guest arrived.


    "Patrick." Emma''s voice carried a tone of pity and affection.


    Then, Vera saw the "fragile" woman.


    Last time she had stirred up trouble between her and Cindy, Vera hadn''t confronted her yet, but today she took the initiative toe. Vera set down her fork. "Ms. Tooker, what do you want with my husband?" "I''m looking for Patrick." Emma again yed the fragile card in front of Patrick and Shawn.


    She thought this approach might win Patrick''s heart.


    However, Patrick was not an ordinary man.


    Patrick only had eyes for his wife, Vera.


    "My husband is annoyed by you; just talk to me."


    Emma''s eyes turned to the indifferent Shawn, showing no sign of ming Vera for her rude words.


    Patrick, on the other hand, served Vera food, a clear slight to Emma.


    She once again invited. "Patrick, I need to talk to you about something. Can youe over?"


    Vera suddenly clutched her stomach in pain.


    "What''s wrong?" Patrick asked Vera with concern. Shawn also looked worried. Was she also having stomach issues? Vera looked at Emma, then coquettishly said to Patrick, "Maybe our baby kicked me."


    Shawn sprayed water out of his mouth.


    He coughed in shock.


    What did she say?


    "Shawn, are you okay?" Vera asked with a smile.


    Shawn waved his hand; his face turned red from coughing.


    Vera red angrily at Emma. "Ms. Tooker, can''t you see? Your presence here is making Shawn ufortable."


    Shawn felt helpless; it had nothing to do with him!


    Emma turned pale, holding back the urge to tell Vera, "Patrick and I have something important to discuss privately."


    Vera rolled her eyes, not even bothering to hide her disdain.


    Then, she took Patrick''s wrist, ced her other hand on her stomach, and coquettishly said, "Darling, don''t leave me and the baby to talk to another woman in private." Vera''s actions left Patrick a bit bewildered.


    A baby?


    Did she really dare to say that?


    "Alright, I won''t go." Patrick awkwardly agreed, then moved her hand from her stomach down a bit and told her, "Baby is here; what you were covering was your stomach." "Okay." Vera didn''t feel embarrassed about the mistake, blinked her eyes, and decisively ced her hand on her belly.


    Emma''s face turned ashen, her eyes filled with angeras she stared at Vera.


    Vera triumphantly smiled at her. "If you have something to say, say it quickly here, and then leave. If you don''t have anything to say, just leave."


    "Vera, do you really want me to say it here?" Emma nodded. "You''re a person who never speaks the truth, and we all need to be wary of you, you deceitful person." Emma took a deep breath, but before she could say much, she wasbeled as deceitful.


    She nced at Vera''s belly and sneered. "I''m afraid it''s you who isn''t telling the truth."


    "Ask my husband and father-inw if they believe me when I speak. Do they want to hear what you have to say?"


    Vera wanted to tell Emma that even if she lied, her family would believe her lies. And even if she told the truth, her family wouldn''t want to hear it.


    "Vera, I haven''t settled the score with you for what you did to Cindy." Emma finished, and Vera stood up in anger. She walked past Patrick to Emma and pped her. Emma was stunned, Patrick was briefly taken aback, and Shawn waspletely shocked.


    No one expected Vera to p her.


    The sound was loud, and everyone dining around them noticed.


    Emma felt her cheeks burning instantly. She took a step forward, wanting to fight Vera, even thinking of pushing her off the third floor with force.


    Patrick stood up, blocking Emma who wanted to hit Vera. With a forceful push, he bumped Emma against the wall.


    Emma felt wronged instantly, pointing at Vera, she cried. "She''s a devil, Patrick, don''t let her deceive you with her appearance."


    Vera stepped out from behind Patrick, stood in front of Emma again, silent, and then raised her hand for another p. Emma''s left and right cheeks were both hit, her palms were red, showing the force behind the ps. Vera said, "If you don''t mention Cindy, I might have considered saving you some face and not embarrassing you in public. But since you shamelessly brought it up, it''s your own fault."


    "The first p was for Cindy, you deliberately stirred up trouble between me and Cindy, causing misunderstandings in my family during that time, disrupting our peace."


    "The second p was for me, for no reason; I just wanted to hit you. You keep staring at my husband with eyescking any moral boundaries. If I find you annoying, I feel like giving you a few ps. Is that unreasonable?" "My husband once said that his wife has the right to be unreasonable."