For someone like him, impulsiveness in that aspect was the last thing he could tolerate.
Yet, Aimee purposely led him down that path.
If Patrick didn’t cooperate with her, then what kind of man was he?
Upon hearing Patrick’s words, Aimee coughed lightly and feigned ignorance as she said, “Mr. Hayden, you must honestly disclose your physical condition to me. Don’t hide anything just because you think I’m not a famous doctor.”
Her voice was deliberately loud, and her expression turned serious.
Camdyn, who had been watching Patrick anxiously, couldn’t help but interject, “Yeah, Pat, you need to be honest with Aimee. You can’t keep your illness hidden from the doctor.”
Patrick suddenly felt some regrets. He shouldn’t have called his grandfather over last night, which resulted in him not knowing where Aimee went and making himself a target for his grandfather.
With this in mind, Patrick asked, “Where did you go last night, madam?”
Aimee couldn’t stand him addressing her as “madam.”
She repeated what she had said to Camdyn to Patrick.
However, after finishing her explanation, she noticed Patrick’s meaningful gaze.
Aimee’s heart skipped a beat, realizing that this man wasn’t as easily fooled as Camdyn.
But what could she do? She could toughen up and smile at Patrick, showcasing her innocence to the fullest.
However, Patrick whispered in her ear, “Ma’am, lying is not a good thing. What kind of patient would require a visit to Canport?”
Aimee’s hands trembled as she stared at Patrick.
She didn’t want Patrick to expose her.
However, Aimee was at a loss. She had clearly gone to Canport with a different identity. How did Patrick find out?
She decided that she needed to have a serious conversation with Patrick.
He might know more than she anticipated, and it made Aimee feel uneasy.
After Patrick finished speaking, he remained silent.
From the way he looked, it seemed he wasn’t going to say anything to Camdyn either.
Aimee breathed a sigh of relief. After all, this was a matter between her and Patrick.
Nevertheless, she remained curious about what else Patrick knew and how he had discovered it.
Filled with doubts, Aimee retreated to her room.
Without much hesitation, she retrieved an object, swiftly disassembled it, and retrieved a gemstone from inside.
The gem itself wasn’t used as medicine; rather, it contained something within it.
Aimee pocketed the gem, concealed the disassembled object, and left with her bag on her back.
This time, she sought out Camdyn directly and said, “Grandpa, I need to go out for something, and I might return later.”
Camdyn responded without further questions and arranged for a driver at home to take Aimee out.
Aimee didn’t decline. She knew Camdyn’s intentions were genuine concern, not a surveillance measure.
Therefore, she wouldn’t reject Camdyn’s kindness.
Patrick had already received news of Aimee’s departure, so he contacted Trace and instructed him, “Have someone discreetly follow her.”
“Yes, Mr. Hayden,” Trace acknowledged the order and set to work.
Patrick remained intrigued. Aimee-should he consider her brave or simply fearless?
Even though he was getting closer to uncovering the truth, she still dared to play such an audacious trick.
He wanted to know what Aimee had planned for tonight.
Soon after Aimee left, she became aware of a stalker trailing behind her.
She sighed, rubbing her forehead, silently cursing Patrick in her mind.
How could this man be so ignorant?
Couldn’t he just stay in bed and be a well-behaved patient? Why did he have to keep tabs on her?
After contemplating for a moment, Aimee decided against sending someone to confront the person tailing her.
Forget it. He could follow her if he pleased. After all, she was headed to a serious place tonight.
Aimee instructed the driver to take her to a jewelry store. Although the exterior appeared like any other jewelry store, there was something unique about the place.
The store owner was an exceptionally beautiful woman, comparable to Matilda in terms of looks and demeanor.
However, Matilda possessed a captivating, dangerous allure that enticed men but intimidated those who lacked courage to conquer her.
On the other hand, the woman before Aimee exuded a cold and distant aura. Despite running a jewelry store and being in the service industry, her demeanor conveyed an air of arrogance that suggested “buy or leave.”
Yet, such a woman had a flourishing business.
Her world-weary countenance had no impact on her clientele. On the contrary, numerous men flocked to her, striving to boost her revenue.
Even women frequented her establishment, hoping to glean a fraction of her distinctive charm.
And so, when the woman saw Aimee, she respectfully nodded and addressed her with humility, “Miss Read.”
Whenever Aimee was in Innisrial, people referred to her as Miss Read. This ruse served to deceive others and discourage idle gossip.
Aimee glanced at the woman before her and said, “Averi, has the new product that was announced last month arrived? I’d like to take a look.”
Averi Knight replied, “It has already arrived, Miss Read. Please follow me to the back room.”
Aimee nodded, cast a mischievous glance at the persistent follower, and entered the inner room with Averi.
Shortly after their entry, a person strolled in, feigning interest in the jewelry on display. After briefly examining a few pieces, he inquired, “Is there anything else? I’d like to see more.”
The salesclerk perceived the person to be affluent and generously inclined, prompting her to reply without hesitation, “Sir, these are our current inventory, but we operate on a customized system. If you’re not satisfied with these options, you can accompany me to the back room. We have the latest design brochure for you to peruse.”
Upon hearing this, the man promptly nodded and said, “Money is no issue for me, you see. I simply desire the most unique piece, so show me the very best.”
The clerk, accustomed to encountering wealthy individuals, smiled and assured him, “Sir, rest assured that the styles we offer here are absolutely unique. I guarantee you won’t find anyone else wearing the same piece.”