Aimee felt a deep sense of sadness engulfing her.
She was acutely aware that Patrick harbored no affection for her, and truth be told, she didn’t like him either.
Aimee had never entertained the thought of a lasting relationship with Patrick; all she had hoped for was that he would honor their agreement. Yet, barely after their union, he was already plotting their divorce.
This revelation left Aimee feeling disheartened and caused her to question the validity of the arranged marriage that had led her to become Patrick’s wife.
Her spirits plummeted, and she found herself lacking the motivation to carry on. Aimee resigned herself to the inevitable divorce that awaited them.
She sat on the couch, lost in thought, until the sound of a timer snapped her back to reality.
Frowning, she glanced at the small refrigerator in the room.
A voice echoed in her mind, urging her to leave him be, not to extend any kindness towards him. It advised her to let him languish for the rest of his life.
But there was another voice, compelling Aimee to save him, to heal him.
After all, the medicinal concoction she had painstakingly prepared came at a high cost.
Aimee was not one to place much value on money; in fact, she and Matilda were polar opposites in that regard. She had no qualms about discarding unused items, regardless of their price.
For a moment, Aimee was tempted to throw away the liquid medicine.
However, just as she was about to reach for the trash can, Aimee let out a sigh, withdrew her hand, and left the room with the medicine.
Returning to Patrick’s room, she found him fast asleep.
This time, Aimee could truly ascertain that he had entered a deep slumber.
Relief washed over her as it became evident that her soup had indeed worked wonders.
She pondered for a moment, considering the possibility that Patrick possessed some unique constitution that made him resistant to her soup.
Thankfully, everything had gone according to plan.
Following the same routine as before, Aimee completed her tasks and stood by, observing.
Today, Patrick still experienced pain.
However, his sleep was profound, and only the beads of sweat adorning his body indicated to Aimee that today’s pain surpassed that of the previous days.
This realization brought her solace.
During the initial stages of treatment, such agony was expected and even necessary.
The more pain Patrick could endure at this juncture, the higher the chances of a successful recovery.
Aimee promptly fetched a towel to cleanse Patrick’s body, not leaving his side until dawn broke and she had restored everything.
She had an important operation scheduled for this morning, one that left no room for error.
Returning to her room, Aimee changed her attire and departed from Hayden’s Mansion.
Meanwhile, Trace arrived at Patrick’s room, casting a puzzled gaze upon the still-slumbering figure.
He muttered, “Something’s off. Why hasn’t he woken up today?”
Normally, it wouldn’t have been cause for concern if Patrick remained asleep, given his ailment.
However, what puzzled Trace further was that neither Camdyn nor Riley had stirred, and even the kitchen staff remained in their slumber.
Trace speculated that Aimee must have done something to cause such an eerie atmosphere to envelop the Hayden household.
It wasn’t until almost ten o’clock in the morning that Camdyn emerged from his room feeling refreshed. Catching sight of Riley, he let out a sigh, “I haven’t slept so soundly in decades.”
Riley nodded, utterly astonished when he checked the time upon awakening.
This was a rare occurrence; he had never slept in so late before.
However, the sensation in his body was undeniably pleasant.
Observing Camdyn’s revitalized appearance, he couldn’t help but think he looked decades younger.
Camdyn declared, “I’ll go check on Pat first. Ask James to prepare something delicious for me. I’m quite famished at the moment.”
“Alright, Mr. Hayden. I’ll do it right away.” Riley promptly headed to the kitchen. Camdyn’s mention of hunger had stirred his own appetite.
Entering Patrick’s room, Camdyn discovered that he had just woken up as well.
However, his complexion turned paler, causing Camdyn to furrow his brows with concern.
“Pat, what’s the matter with your face? Why does it worsen every day?” Camdyn asked, distressed.
He feared that something was amiss with Patrick’s health, but he concealed it, not allowing him to inform the doctor when the time came. Otherwise, he might as well end his own life.
Patrick glanced at Camdyn, almost blurting out, “You should ask your granddaughter-in-law about that.”
But he held his tongue and instead replied, “Maybe I didn’t sleep well.”
“In that case, you need to rest properly. Let me tell you, the most crucial thing for you right now is to take care of your well-being,” Camdyn advised.
Patrick let out a slight snort. He too desired a good rest, but that woman, Aimee, tormented him every night.
He hadn’t noticed her presence last night, but now, upon hearing Camdyn mention his deteriorating complexion, he surmised that it must be Aimee’s doing.
Considering how his pain had shifted from his neck to his shoulders, Patrick couldn’t help but foster some hope in his heart.
Perhaps, Aimee could truly cure him.
“Pat, what would you like to eat? I’ll have James prepare it for you. Afterward, you can catch a nap,” Camdyn suggested.
Patrick pondered for a moment and replied, “Haggis.”
“Alright, I’ll ask James to make it for you immediately,” Camdyn said, promptly heading to find James.
It was the first time since Patrick’s accident that he had expressed a desire for food.
Camdyn’s worries eased somewhat.
As long as Patrick had an appetite, it was a significant improvement.
He even learned how to prepare Haggis from James and cooked it for Patrick himself.
Watching Patrick finish his portion of Haggis, Camdyn felt a glimmer of encouragement. Looking at Patrick with relief, he couldn’t help but say, “Aimee has a way. You’re willingly eating now.”
Patrick remained silent. When he recalled what Aimee had said to him, his eyes softened unconsciously.
He addressed Camdyn, “Grandpa, I’m sorry for causing you so much worry during this time.”