As soon as the words left his mouth, the room fell into an eerie silence. It was so quiet that people could hear a pin drop to the ground.
Casey couldn’t continue fooling around. She swallowed hard, fighting back her tears.
After what felt like an eternity, Casey mustered a few words, “Grandpa, you are so stubborn.”
Patrick, too stunned to speak, averted his gaze. But unable to contain himself, he blurted out, “As long as you’re happy. It’s not like you care about someone as useless as me.”
Almost immediately, a fair hand covered Patrick’s mouth.
Aimee glared at him, feeling annoyed, suddenly tempted to sew his mouth shut.
Displeased, she scolded, “Did you forget the promise you made me? How could you lie to me?”
Patrick looked up at Aimee. Her hand still covered her mouth, and his breath carried the scent of her fingers.
From Aimee’s tone, it was clear she regarded him as an ignorant child, like a parent reprimanding their kid.
Suddenly, a smile danced in Patrick’s eyes.
“I was wrong, and I won’t say it again,” he said.
Aimee’s hand muffling his voice didn’t diminish its pleasantness.
Especially when he spoke, his breath gently brushed against Aimee’s palm, making her already sensitive skin tingle, as if an electric current passed through her hand and flowed through her body.
Aimee abruptly withdrew her hand, clasping them behind her back, rubbing them uncomfortably.
Looking away, she said, “I just don’t want to upset grandpa.”
Aimee’s voice was barely audible, intended only for Patrick’s ears.
Patrick glanced at Camdyn. Seeing the hurt expression on his face, he instantly regretted his words.
He shouldn’t have said that just now.
This old man had done so much for him already.
Although arranging a wife for him without his consent made him unhappy, Patrick didn’t find it entirely unacceptable.
Above all, Aimee seemed like a woman who harbored numerous secrets, always engaging in secretive and peculiar acts. Patrick couldn’t help but be intrigued by the little mysteries she hid and the kind of woman she was.
Patrick even thought that if it were any other woman, he might have been angry with his grandpa for a long time.
But with Aimee, it felt different. He considered it quite alright.
Pondering this, Patrick turned to Camdyn and said, “Grandpa, I don’t blame you.”
Camdyn was genuinely saddened, worried that he hadn’t considered his grandson’s wishes and forced Aimee upon him. He questioned whether it was the right thing to do.
But seeing Aimee lose her temper with Patrick just now, his worries dissipated.
He grew increasingly convinced that Aimee was the one who could change his grandson.
Patrick might not be cured in his lifetime, but Camdyn refused to view him as useless. He would give Patrick his best.
Camdyn spoke, “Pat, I know it was impulsive of me to make decisions without discussing them with you. I don’t ask for anything else. I just hope you won’t blame Aimee. She was forced into this by me.”
Patrick remained silent, his gaze fixed on Aimee once more.
He was immensely curious about his grandpa’s high regard for Aimee despite knowing so little about her. The way he protected her at Hayden’s Mansion, warning Patrick not to mistreat her.
Why?
Patrick’s curiosity about Aimee only intensified.
Aimee felt uncomfortable under Patrick’s scrutinizing gaze, and for now, she didn’t want to pay attention to him either.
Finally picking up the plate, she turned and headed towards the door.
Casey, who had remained silent until now, finally took action.
She stood in front of Aimee, wordless, simply staring.
She was more puzzled than Patrick. Who was Aimee? What kind of power did she possess to be treated so well by her grandfather and brother?
Especially Patrick. If she saw correctly, he smiled at this woman.
Even she rarely saw Patrick smile.
Why this woman?
Aimee looked at Casey, speechless, and realizing she wouldn’t step aside, she pushed the dinner plate into Casey’s hands and said, “You want to help? Then help.”
Casey didn’t react at all, but instinctively protected the plate from falling to the ground.
To her surprise, Aimee actually pushed the plate into her hands like that, then turned back toward the bed.
Casey’s eyes widened with anger, and she remained silent for a while.
She had never encountered a woman like this. How shameless could she be?
Fuming, Casey strode toward Aimee, balancing the plate in one hand, intending to grab Aimee’s shoulder and turn her around.
She was the Hayden family’s young lady, pampered like a princess since birth. She had never even touched a broom. This was the first time she was asked to do chores.
How could she bear such injustice?
But as if Aimee had eyes on the back of her head, she sidestepped just as Casey was about to touch her, narrowly avoiding contact.
Casey almost stumbled due to the sudden movement, hurriedly protecting the dinner plate, and stomped her feet in frustration.
“What’s wrong with you? How dare you give me this?” Casey pushed the dinner plate toward Aimee, as if ready to argue.
Aimee’s patience was running thin. She glanced at Casey and said, “Since you care so much about your brother, isn’t it right to help him? Why are you blaming me now?”