Camdyn glanced at Aimee and then at Patrick, perplexed by what Patrick had just said.
Did Aimee lie to him?
How was that even possible?
And why was he completely oblivious to it?
Patrick’s voice broke through his confusion. “Didn’t you say you’d come over to give me a massage? I waited until midnight, but you never showed up.”
Aimee blinked innocently, her expression transforming into an adorable one in an instant.
What could she do? She genuinely forgot about it.
She never anticipated that Patrick would take it so seriously.
But hold on!
What did Patrick say?
He waited for her until midnight.
She distinctly remembered going in the middle of the night. According to Patrick’s statement, he was awake at that time?
Aimee locked her gaze onto Patrick, attempting to establish eye contact.
Unfortunately, their unspoken understanding fell short, and their eyes couldn’t read each other’s thoughts at all.
Aimee felt frustrated. She had a nagging suspicion that she was being deceived.
However, she couldn’t confront Patrick directly at that moment, so she mustered a soft voice and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hayden. It got too late yesterday. I assumed you were already asleep, so I didn’t want to disturb you.”
Aimee lowered her eyes, her hands hanging by her sides, exuding an air of being downtrodden.
This sight was unbearable for Camdyn, who couldn’t help but stand up for his granddaughter-in-law.
“Pat, Aimee had a tough day at work, and she came here to take care of you. Show some consideration, won’t you? Don’t tire her out,” Camdyn interjected.
Giving someone a massage wasn’t an easy task, especially for a patient like Patrick, who had high paraplegia. It required not only mastering the right amount of pressure but also adhering to numerous precautions.
Initially, Camdyn had hired a professional masseuse to tend to Patrick, fearing that prolonged bed rest would lead to muscle atrophy. Even if Patrick were to regain the ability to walk in the future, the recovery process would be considerably longer due to this setback.
However, Patrick’s aversion to strangers had reached an extreme point where he adamantly refused anyone touching his body.
There was no other option. Camdyn had to learn massage techniques and knowledge from massage therapists, so he could assist Patrick.
Despite his old age, Camdyn was in better health than most people his age. Nevertheless, he felt utterly powerless.
Observing Aimee’s slender figure, Camdyn couldn’t help but feel like he was taking advantage of her by asking her to give Patrick massages.
Though Camdyn had his own reasons for bringing Aimee into Patrick’s life and making her his wife, he never treated her as a servant of the family; he regarded her as his own granddaughter.
Consequently, when his grandson got angry at his granddaughter-in-law over this matter, Camdyn instinctively wanted to protect Aimee.
Aimee was taken aback by Camdyn’s unwavering support, and she instantly felt warmth blossoming within her heart.
She looked at Camdyn and replied, “Grandpa, please don’t blame Mr. Hayden. It’s my fault. I made a promise and failed to keep it. I made him wait for me for so long, and I promise it won’t happen again.”
Camdyn wanted to say something, but Aimee continued, “Grandpa, I’m also a doctor. Though not a renowned one, I’m skilled in taking care of people. Looking after Mr. Hayden won’t tire me out.”
Camdyn was moved. He took hold of Aimee’s hand and said, “Aimee, thank you so much. Your words genuinely make me happy. Thank you for being considerate towards Pat.”
Aimee smiled, not uttering another word.
She could already sense Patrick’s gaze fixed upon her face.
His gaze contained a mix of emotions: curiosity, inquiry, and suspicion. It made Aimee feel incredibly uncomfortable.
She averted her gaze and noticed that the medicine in the bottle had been depleted. She stepped forward to halt Patrick’s infusion.
Tidying up the empty medicine bottle, Aimee stated, “Grandpa, it’s almost time. I need to go to work. I’ll return early today.”
With that, Aimee hurriedly left Patrick’s room, almost as if she were fleeing, not sparing him a glance.
Once only Patrick and Camdyn remained in the room, Camdyn asked, “Did you really wait for Aimee until midnight last night?”
Patrick arched an eyebrow, silently studying his grandfather, and inquired, “Why does it matter? Is there something wrong?”
“Pat, just tell me honestly, do you think Aimee is exceptional?” Camdyn became intrigued. His once-cloudy eyes now sparkled with a newfound vigor, as if he wished to unravel Patrick’s thoughts.
Patrick looked at the old man speechlessly, unable to comprehend what was going through his mind.
Every time Aimee was brought up, Camdyn seemed to ponder whether he held deep affection for her.
“Grandpa, why don’t you tell me why you chose her to be my wife?” Patrick asked. He knew that Camdyn had promised the Read family 80 million in benefits. While it wouldn’t bring the core of the Read Group, which had already been weakened, back to life, it would at least provide some immediate relief.
Unless Aimee possessed something special, it would be nonsensical for Camdyn, who wasn’t beholden to the Reads, to make such a foolish decision.
Camdyn evaded the question. “You don’t need to know that. It’s done. Aimee is now your wife. Let me make one thing clear: Don’t disappoint her. If you do, I’ll be the first one to fix you.”