Answering the phone, Aimee immediately inquired, “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“There’s trouble in Lasnain,” Matilda responded directly.
They had gone to snatch the Hank family’s auction item earlier. Although Aimee had left the handling of the situation to Matilda, including the involvement of mercenaries and assassins, the value of the auction item had attracted the attention of various forces in Lasnain. Despite their careful handling of the crime scene, they had still become targets for some individuals.
The news Aimee received indicated that Asa and Kareem had been captured and were being tortured.
Aimee’s brows furrowed in concern. She realized that she hadn’t been cautious enough.
After a moment of thought, Aimee said, “I’ll come over right away.”
“Wait,” Matilda interrupted hastily, “I didn’t call you to ask you to come here. I want you to lay low and not expose anything. I’ll handle this matter. However, I’m changing the delivery route now. The item won’t be able to reach you today.”
Aimee fell silent, instantly understanding Matilda’s intention.
She replied, “Alright, take care of yourself.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I’m Black Rose,” Matilda reassured her.
Aimee wasn’t concerned about Matilda’s capabilities, and as Matilda had mentioned, she couldn’t let this matter become known.
Otherwise, not only might they lose the item, but it could also implicate the Hayden family.
Aimee certainly didn’t want that to happen.
After she ended the call, Aimee’s mood worsened. The item wouldn’t arrive for a while, and her original plan would have to be put on hold, meaning Patrick would have to endure a little longer.
Unexplainably, Aimee felt a deep discomfort in her heart.
She looked at the macarons in the box, her gaze darkening.
Raising her hand, she picked up a macaron and placed it in her mouth. The sweet taste of it provided a momentary solace.
Forget it. It was just a matter of time. She would patiently wait.
After she consumed two more macarons in succession, Aimee’s mood improved. She carefully stored the remaining macarons and proceeded to prepare Patrick’s medicine.
Patrick’s physical response had been positive, which emboldened Aimee in preparing the liquid medication.
The dosage for today was already double that of the first day.
However, she had no idea when Matilda would resolve the situation. If it dragged on for a few more days, she worried whether she would have enough medicine to sustain the dosage.
It was still one o’clock at night when Aimee entered Patrick’s room, following the same routine, staying at his bedside.
Patrick’s reaction today was remarkable. Despite falling into a deep sleep due to the soup, it didn’t alleviate his pain at the moment.
Aimee observed Patrick tightly furrowing his brows in agony, with pained groans escaping his lips.
Her heart ached, but Patrick had to endure it in order to regain his strength.
Aimee pursed her lips and approached Patrick, wiping his body with a freshly washed towel.
He had sweated more today compared to the previous days. Despite the air conditioner being on in the room, his sheets and quilt were still damp.
While tending to him, Aimee softly reassured him, “Be patient, endure it. You will get better soon, trust me, okay?”
Whether Patrick heard her voice or not, after another painful groan, he truly quieted down.
However, his brows remained furrowed, conveying the discomfort he was experiencing.
Aimee’s eyes shimmered with an underlying current, and an inexplicable emotion swelled within her. When she looked at Patrick, a subtle distress flickered in her gaze, unbeknownst even to herself.
After a moment of hesitation, Aimee gently placed her hand on Patrick’s forehead.
She caressed his brow with her fingers, attempting to ease the tension.
Aimee whispered softly, “Give me another half a month. Once I have rejuvenated your body, I will arrange for your surgery. After the operation, you’ll be able to stand up again.”
She wasn’t sure if Patrick heard her words, but his brows relaxed.
A slight smile formed on the corners of Aimee’s lips, and her voice grew even gentler. “So, you have to work hard, stay strong, and don’t leave me to fight alone.”
She knew that Patrick had previously struggled with self-defeating emotions, and although some progress had been made, she worried that he might not endure the increasing pain in the future.
She remained by Patrick’s side throughout the entire night, and as dawn broke, Aimee returned to her room.
Without freshening up or going out, she climbed back into bed and soon fell asleep.
When Camdyn arrived to check on Patrick, he found Patrick awake and lost in thought.
Camdyn couldn’t help but comment, “I don’t know what Aimee was up to last night. It’s strange that she hasn’t woken up yet today.”
Patrick’s gaze shifted. He knew exactly what Aimee had been doing last night.
Beforehand, he had asked Trace to bring his computer so he could complete a system he hadn’t finished earlier.
With that system, he could replay the missed content through his earphones, and he could also issue instructions to project images on the room’s wall. He could clearly see everything that had happened in the room.
Upon waking up earlier, he had quickly browsed through the recordings.
Witnessing firsthand how Aimee had taken care of him deeply touched Patrick’s heart.
Especially when he heard Aimee’s words in his ear, his emotions grew more complex.
In half a month, he was to undergo surgery arranged by Aimee, and he would supposedly regain his former appearance.
But was that really possible?
Grandpa had explicitly stated that Aimee was just an ordinary doctor, with no notable medical skills at Innisrial General Hospital.
Furthermore, the information he had obtained also indicated that Aimee was nothing out of the ordinary.
Yet, even the highly paid experts were powerless against his condition, while Aimee dared to claim she could cure him within half a month.
Patrick harbored significant doubts about the feasibility of it all.