I was momentarily angry." After a pause, Andrew was persuaded to look at Patrick, "I'm sorry! I'm the one who messed up and I blame you for not helping me!"
"Your father is a SWAT officer, and if you don't want him to arrest you like a criminal one day, you'd better use your brain before you do anything..."
After saying this, Patrick started the engine and the Lamborghini quickly left the hospital.
With her elbow leaning against the window and her hand resting on her cheek, Amelia stared thoughtfully at the back of Patrick's head, saying something that wasn't appropriate for a child but seemed to make sense.
Alas, when she thought of Nora, who was gentle and kind, she didn't know how she would feel if Patrick taught her son like this.
But anyway, Andrew and Patrick's conflict was resolved, and Amelia's melancholy mood improved.
At Land of Fragrance.
Patrick's face turned terrible when he saw the holes dug into the otherwise neat and beautiful green lawn.
Andrew asked in confusion, "What's this?"
Ashley's eyes twinkled as if she had found some fun, "This must be a trap for hunting!"
Andrew murmured, "A trap?"
Ashley said in a tone of a detective, "Dull. Put a few nails in the hole and then spread a layer of grass. If a thief climbed in at midnight, he would fall into the trap with one foot in vain, wouldn't he?"
But this idea couldn't convince Patrick, unless he was an idiot!
He grabbed Amelia's hand asked furiously, "Who did this?"
See, Granny Hopper, Patrick would be possibly angry.
As a result, he was really angry...
Amelia said timidly, "It's your grandma... she said she wanted to help us beautify the green grass, so when you are at work, let me dig the holes with her..."
Under Patrick's angry glare, Amelia lowered her head and said casually, "Your grandma means well, I can't refuse her, can I? Besides, a green lawn could have been used for flowers."
Patrick said sternly, "Don't look wise! I've been keeping this house as much as possible intact for the day when..."
Patrick couldn't say the words "she'll come back to me," as he continued, "I'll have these holes buried tomorrow!"
Amelia was in a dilemma, "Then how should I explain it to your grandma?"
"I'll handle it myself!" After finishing his words, Patrick directly went through the fence door and walked in. During this period of time, he had to prevent falling into a hole, so he could only move forward slowly in the form of "Z".
Watching the noble Patrick walk, Amelia and Andrew, Ashley held back their laughter until Patrick stepped into the house, and then they burst out laughing.
Patrick frowned, they were laughing, and he heard them all!
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