Aimee returned to Hayden’s Mansion, heading straight to her room.
She opened the box, carefully extracting the medicinal ingredient nestled inside, and began the preparation process.
This particular ingredient held the potential for an extraordinary impact on Patrick’s recovery.
Yet, the effort required to concoct this medicine was unprecedented.
For another night, Aimee did not visit Patrick’s room.
This only deepened Patrick’s confusion. What had gone wrong?
After all, even if Aimee was upset with him, she would still come to his room to care for him.
He vividly remembered how she tenderly wiped his body and monitored his condition.
Her genuine concern had touched Patrick deeply.
But Aimee hadn’t shown up for two consecutive nights.
Patrick entertained the idea of installing a surveillance camera in Aimee’s room, desperate to catch a glimpse of her activities.
However, the thought alone disgusted him to the core.
Since when had he stooped so low? To spy on a woman’s private space-how despicable.
Nevertheless, he had to acknowledge the burgeoning fascination he held for Aimee.
In fact, it was this very intrigue that made him believe their marriage had potential.
Patrick never thought of himself as someone who would approve of a relationship based solely on emotional sway. Yet, he had to admit that the seemingly ordinary Aimee had sparked his desire to explore deeper. The more curious he became about her, the more he realized how remarkable she truly was.
In fact, when Patrick recently learned that Aimee intended to buy jewelry for herself, he almost instructed Trace to send his credit card to her.
As his wife, she deserved to enjoy his wealth.
But Aimee would never afford him that opportunity.
She hadn’t even come to see him upon her return.
The longer Patrick waited, the more he noticed his susceptibility to disappointment.
He anticipated Aimee’s arrival, yet she never showed up. This void left him deeply unsettled.
His heart felt constricted.
Unaware of the immense impact her absence had on Patrick, Aimee remained in her room, wholly absorbed in the process of extracting the medicinal liquid.
This procedure required uninterrupted focus and precision-Aimee couldn’t tolerate any mistakes.
Hence, before commencing the extraction, she had informed everyone that, come what may, she was not to be disturbed.
As a result, Aimee remained oblivious to Mr. Smith’s reply, leaving him anxiously awaiting her response.
Meanwhile, at the Wells residence.
Matilda wasted no time upon her return, heading directly to the Wells family’s abode.
The family had already been informed of Asa’s kidnapping, with the abductors assuring that he would remain unharmed.
However, Asa, as the heir of the Wells family, was in grave danger, plunging the entire family into a state of unnerving silence. They mobilized significant resources in a desperate attempt to locate Asa’s kidnappers, but their efforts yielded no results.
Just when they were left with no other options and prepared to compromise and acquiesce to the kidnappers’ demands, Matilda suddenly made her appearance.
The family harbored deep suspicions toward this stunning woman and treated her with hostility.
Yet, Matilda proceeded to reveal several crucial secrets about the Wells family, compelling them to believe that she genuinely intended to save Asa.
In this moment, Matilda lounged on the sofa, leisurely sipping black tea, her demeanor devoid of any tension or urgency.
This only heightened the already peculiar atmosphere within the Wells family.
Finally, after Matilda savored a cup of black tea, an elderly man, Tobias Wells, couldn’t help but inquire, “Miss Duncan, you’ve been sitting here for three hours, and the salvation you mentioned for my grandson-does it entail waiting?”
Upon hearing these words, Matilda raised her gaze to meet the old man’s eyes, smiled, and replied, “Your patience leaves much to be desired. Being restless and anxious won’t aid in saving lives.”
“You-” Tobias’s anger was apparent. He regretted having listened to this woman. “Unless you present a concrete rescue plan, we won’t be lenient with you.”
A derisive smile curled Matilda’s lips upon hearing his words, and she retorted, “I haven’t crossed the river yet, Mr. Wells. You’re in such a hurry to dismantle the bridge. Be careful not to fall into a trap, or else your precious grandson won’t return.”
“You dare to be so insolent!” Tobias fumed. He had never encountered a woman audacious enough to threaten him so brazenly.
Observing his genuine anger, Matilda chuckled and remarked, “I stated that I need to wait, so kindly exercise patience. I promise you that Asa will be rescued. You must trust me. Or do you think I’m foolish enough to walk into your trap willingly?”
Although Tobias seethed with fury over Matilda’s attitude, he begrudgingly acknowledged the truth in her words.
Indeed, no one would be foolish enough to willingly walk into their clutches. While their family was not to be trifled with, they possessed the means to inflict punishment upon others-especially upon a woman like Matilda.
Suppressing his anger, Tobias addressed Matilda, “I will wait. Just ensure you don’t deceive me. Otherwise, I’ll ensure you never leave Lasnain.”
With nonchalance, Matilda casually raised her teacup once more. Her languid and idle manner clashed starkly with the dignified atmosphere of the Wells family.
Though others may seethe with anger, it was impossible for them to defy Tobias’ commands.
Everyone could only watch this ethereal-like woman freely act within their family.
Yet, they silently resolved that once Asa was rescued, they would employ every means available to punish her for her unwarranted behavior today.
Despite Matilda’s cat-like laziness, she keenly observed the expressions of all present.
Naturally, she discerned their thoughts.
A contemptuous smile crept onto Matilda’s lips; they were truly overconfident. Did they genuinely believe they could do something to her?
It was utterly preposterous.