After hanging up the phone, Aimee’s mood took a nosedive. A sense of foreboding gripped her heart, and she couldn’t shake off the feeling that things wouldn’t go smoothly.
If only she had the time, she would have personally gone to Lasnain to ensure that nothing went wrong. But given her lack of availability, she had to rely on others.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Aimee stood up and retrieved the frozen liquid medicine from the refrigerator. Quietly, she made her way to Patrick’s room.
Carefully injecting the liquid medicine into Patrick’s medication bottle, Aimee adjusted the machine once again, just as she had done the previous night. Then, she settled down by the bed to keep watch over Patrick.
The dosage of today’s potion was increased, causing Patrick’s pain to intensify compared to the previous night. Aimee could hear his labored breathing, but strangely, he remained asleep.
Standing by Patrick’s bedside with her arms folded for a long time, Aimee found it hard to believe that he wouldn’t wake up. Unless Patrick possessed some extraordinary abilities, how could he keep his eyes shut?
Bending down, Aimee fixated her gaze on Patrick’s face. Even during the day, she found his eyes remarkably captivating. They had an alluring charm, even when he looked at people indifferently.
Now, with her eyes focused on the small mole at the corner of his eye, Aimee found them even more alluring and irresistibly attractive.
Before she realized what she was about to do, her hand had already reached out to touch Patrick’s eyelids. Her fingertips grazed them lightly, as if an electric current surged through her body, causing her fingers to involuntarily curl.
The shock from the electric current felt strange and frightening. Aimee recoiled, straightening up abruptly, and quickly hid her hand behind her back. But a residual tingle persisted on her fingertips, leaving her face flushed.
Her gaze remained fixed on Patrick’s face, his closed eyes giving no indication that he had noticed her action. Aimee wondered if he was merely sleeping soundly or if the pain had rendered him unconscious.
Beads of sweat dotted Patrick’s forehead, and Aimee bit her lip, finally relenting and slowing down the flow of the liquid medicine to alleviate his pain.
She murmured, “Stay patient. Be strong. Endure the initial stage and adjust your body until you’re ready for surgery. Everything will be fine.”
Fortunately, Patrick was fortunate enough to have the assistance of a precise instrument, which had alleviated much of his pain. Nonetheless, Aimee remembered her teacher’s patients enduring excruciating pain during their recovery.
When she recalled their agonized cries, Aimee’s lips curled into a slight smile as she remarked to Patrick, “You’re doing quite well. You’re enduring it better than I expected.”
In that moment, Aimee leaned in close, her warm breath brushing against Patrick’s face as she spoke. For Patrick, whose nerves were already sensitive and fragile due to the pain, this proximity became pure torture-a torment unbeknownst to Aimee.
Throughout the night, Aimee diligently wiped away Patrick’s sweat with a tissue, working until dawn. She reassembled the instrument but couldn’t leave immediately.
She momentarily wavered, slowing down the drip rate to ease Patrick’s pain. However, this decision ultimately led to her current state of extreme anxiety.
Several times, she raised her hand to increase the drip rate to its maximum, only to be swayed by her compassion. She could only hope that she wouldn’t be so unlucky, that Patrick wouldn’t suddenly wake up, and that Camdyn wouldn’t unexpectedly arrive.
Yet, as often happened, the more one fears something, the more likely it is to occur. Aimee heard the sound of the doorknob turning, and then Camdyn entered the room.
Upon seeing her there, Camdyn visibly paused, surprised by Aimee’s presence in Patrick’s room so early in the morning.
“Aimee, why are you in Pat’s room this early?” Camdyn asked, puzzled. This was an unprecedented situation. Every time Aimee visited Patrick’s room, she was accompanied by him. Camdyn couldn’t help but feel that Aimee still didn’t fully embrace her role as Patrick’s wife and intentionally avoided any suspicion.
Little did he know that Aimee had been in the dark since the first night. Now she had spent the entire night and hadn’t left yet.
Naturally, Aimee had no intention of revealing this to Camdyn. She knew that if she spoke the truth, Camdyn would likely perceive her as plotting against his beloved grandson.
Aimee smiled calmly and replied, “Grandpa, I woke up early today and wanted to come and see Mr. Hayden.”
Patrick, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, subtly twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling helpless at Aimee’s fabrication.
Slowly opening his dark eyes, as if awakened by their conversation, he hoarsely asked, “Grandpa, so early. Is something the matter?”
Camdyn, now hearing Patrick’s voice, no longer cared why Aimee was in Patrick’s room so early. He rushed towards Patrick, his concern evident. “Pat, how are you feeling today?”
As he spoke, Camdyn noticed that Patrick’s complexion today was even worse than yesterday’s. His face was pale, his eyes heavy, and he appeared utterly exhausted.
Worry flooded Camdyn, and he immediately pulled Aimee closer, urging her, “Aimee, quickly check on Pat. What’s wrong? Why does he look so bad?”
Aimee pressed her lips together, equally puzzled by Patrick’s appearance after observing his face.
Clearly, she had watched over him all night while he slept, but he looked as if he had been awake all night.
Frowning, Aimee couldn’t shake the feeling that she had overlooked something.
Staring into Patrick’s eyes, she tried to glean any information from them. Yet, all she saw was impatience at being awakened, devoid of any other emotions.
Aimee conceded, defeated, and asked in a gentle voice, “Mr. Hayden, is something wrong with you?”
Patrick’s response was cold, “I don’t want to talk to the liar.”
Aimee stared at Patrick in astonishment, and after a long pause, pointed to herself with her finger.
Could the liar he was referring to be her?
In disbelief, Aimee asked, “Mr. Hayden, when did I lie to you?”