Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 437

Molly said, “I think actually Andre is very smart. He hasn’t told you directly, but hearing about everything he’s done for you through me is more meaningful than if he told you himself.”

Mia didn’t deny it. She rubbed her belly and smiled at Molly.

Knowing that the two of them were okay, Molly felt a weight lift off her heart. After all, all of this had started because of her.

Mia thought of Leo and asked, “Where’s our little loser? I haven’t seen him recently, and I can’t reach him through calls.”

Without her even saying his name, Molly knew who she was talking about. “Our little loser has gone to hell to face his trials. He’s probably getting beaten up right now.”

Mia said, “Understood.”

When the two friends locked eyes, the hospital room fell silent.

In their perfect sisterly harmony, Molly began to say, “So...”

“Stop! From now on, until my kid is born, no one is allowed to mention him or those words.”

Andre’s punishment was effective. Mia now reflexively avoided the topic.

Since she knew her friend so well, as soon as Molly opened her mouth, Mia knew she was about to bring up the topic of Leo running away. To save herself, Mia immediately covered her friend’s mouth and warned her not to continue.

Molly, with her mouth covered, nodded. “Okay, won’t mention it!”

She had done all she could to help her brothers. The matter of catching Tom would have to be left to them. Soon, Andre walked in. He was still on the phone as he entered. “... you come back without a word. Wait for your sister to give you a beating.”

“Honey, whose domestic affairs are you talking about? Why do you talk about beating? That’s so violent.”

Andre glanced at his curious wife and sat down on the sofa. “Didn’t I say I would take your sister on a vacation during the summer break...”

“Cooper!” Mia quickly stood up from the bed, shouting her brother’s name loudly.

She rushed over to her husband and leaned her face close to his ear. As she spoke into the phone, her breath brushed against Andre’s cheek. “Cooper, if you dare to come back without a word again, I will... I will...” Mia couldn’t bring herself to say the words ‘give you a few punches’ as she looked at her husband turning his head to look at her.

“Anyway, I won’t let you off.” Mia quickly finished her sentence.

Then, she swore to her husband, “Honey, I was just speaking out of habit just now. I used to love scaring Cooper like this. I won’t really beat him.”

“Cooper’s back. He’s at home waiting for you.”

Mia was speechless.

The couple returned to the Irvin family home. When they had just stepped into the living room, a youthful voice rang out, “Mia.”

The young guy was full of defiance. He was ready to fight with the world, and with his older sister. He was dressed in his favorite dark clothes. Even in the summer, he wore all black.

“How did the sun outside not roast you?” Mia looked at her brother sitting on the sofa.

She had spent the entire car ride trying to convince her husband to help her discipline Cooper, but Andre was no fool. That was his brother-in-law. If his wife wanted to beat him, that was her business. He was just the brother-in-law.

Since ancient times, the husband’s role was to be bullied by the wife’s brother. If the husband lay his hands on his wife’s brother, it meant he no longer wanted his wife.

Cooper stood up and circled around Mia. “Apart from your belly, you’re ugly everywhere else.”

Mia clenched her fists. She couldn’t stand it!

Cooper kept provoking his sister. “Mia, you must have eaten a whole pig at home by yourself, right?”

Mia was about to lose her patience. He called her fat! And ugly!

Andre showed a helpless smile on his face. If he wasn’t there “threatening” his little wife, Cooper would probably be calling for help right now.

Andre joked, “Careful. She’s keeping a grudge against you.”

Mia nodded. “Yes! I’m keeping a grudge. And I wrote it all down in a notebook.”

Cooper didn’t believe her at all. He thought his lazy sister was too lazy even to keep a grudge, let alone write it down in a notebook. She probably couldn’t even write two words without complaining about her wrist hurting.