Healing my disabled husband

Aimee is really a little sad.

She knew that Patrick didn't like her, and she didn't like Patrick either.

They did not become a couple because of love, how far they could go, Aimee actually did not think.

She was just disappointed that Patrick was not even willing to properly enforce the spirit of the contract, they had just gotten together and he was already planning a divorce. This led Aimee to believe that her acceptance of her family's arrangement to become Patrick's wife was simply absurd.

Aimee was also a little discouraged and didn't want to do anything further, just waiting for the time to come when she and Patrick would divorce and never see each other again. Aimee sits on the couch in silence for a long time until the timer goes off, bringing Aimee's thoughts back.

She frowned a little and her eyes fell on top of the small refrigerator.

A voice inside her head is telling Aimee, leave him alone, don't treat him, just let him lay there for the rest of his life.

But there is also another voice telling Aimee to save him, to heal him.

After all, the medicinal solution she worked so hard to prepare is still quite expensive.

Aimee is not a money-loving person, and when it comes to money, it can be said that she and Matilda are completely different extremes.

She can get rid of things she can't use without blinking an eye, no matter how expensive they are.

There was a moment when Aimee had the urge to just throw the solution away.

However, the moment she reached for the trash can, Aimee sighed, withdrew her hand, and walked out of the room with the liquid.

When I went back to Patrick's room, he was already asleep.

This time, Aimee really confirmed that Patrick had fallen into a deep sleep.

She was relieved that her soup today, it seemed, was indeed effective.

She thought for a moment that Patrick had some special constitution that was antagonistic to her soup.

The good thing is, everything went according to her plan.

Repeating the same actions as before, Aimee did everything and then stood by.

Patrick, today, still feels the pain.

Only, he slept very deeply, there was no stammering, only the dense beads of sweat on his body, telling Aimee that the pain Patrick felt today was more intense than the previous days.

That was a relief for Aimee.

It is a very normal thing and a necessary process to experience such pain in the early stages of treatment.

At this stage, the more Patrick is able to feel pain, the more likely it is that he will be cured.

Aimee went straight to wash a towel today and wiped Patrick's body.

It was not until dawn that Aimee left Patrick's room after recovering everything.

She had surgery this morning, and, well, it was a very major surgery, and there was no room for the slightest slip-up.

Aimee went back to her room and changed her clothes before leaving from Hayden's Mansion.

Trace came into Patrick's room at this time and looked strangely at Master Patrick, who was still asleep.

He mumbled to, "That's weird, why aren't you even up yet today?"

Master Patrick didn't get up, even if it's for health reasons, he should have slept more.

Strangely enough, the old Hayden and Riley are not up, and even those teachers in the kitchen, none of them are up.

Trace guesses that Aimee must have done something else to make the Hayden family so weird.

It was almost ten o'clock in the morning when the old Hayden came out of his room refreshed, and when he saw Riley, he exclaimed, "I haven't slept this well in decades." Riley nodded in agreement, and he was dumbfounded when Fang opened his eyes and saw the time.

This is something that has never happened before, and he actually slept in so late.

However, the feeling of the body, really very comfortable, living bones and tendons is probably the same thing.

And then look at the old Hayden, that spirited look, live as if it is a few dozen years younger.

the old Hayden said, "I'll go check on Pat, you tell James to get me something good to eat, I'm pretty hungry at the moment."

"Okay, old Hayden, I'm on my way." Riley immediately went to the kitchen, not to mention, by old Hayden so to remind, he was also hungry.

The old Hayden enters Patrick's room and finds him just waking up as well.

Only, the face was a few shades paler again, making him frown.

"Pat, what's wrong with this face of yours? Why is it getting worse every day?" the old Hayden asked distressed.

He was afraid that Patrick had some physical abnormality, but he was hiding it from him, not letting him talk to the doctor, and when the time came, he could just put himself to an end.

Patrick glanced at the old Hayden and almost blurted out, "You'll have to ask that granddaughter-in-law of yours about that."

However, Patrick did not say that, but said to the old Hayden: "Probably did not sleep well."

"Then why don't you get some rest, I can tell you, the most important thing for you now is to get well." the old Hayden said.

Patrick snorted lightly, he would like to rest, but Aimee, that woman came over every night to torment him.

He didn't notice her coming over last night, but now that he heard the old Hayden say he looked bad, he pretty much understood that it must have been Aimee doing something to herself again that made her look bad.

When he thought of the pain he felt from his neck down and his shoulder, Patrick couldn't help but feel some anticipation in his heart.

Maybe Aimee can really cure him.

"Pat, what would you like to eat? I'll send James to prepare it for you, and when you're done, you can sleep some more." the old Hayden said.

Patrick thought about it and said, "Haggis it is."

"Okay, I'm going to have James do it for you." The old Hayden said, and immediately went to James.

It was the first time since Patrick's accident that he had a craving for food.

The old Hayden's heart was a little more worried.

Just being able to want to eat is a great improvement for him.

He even followed James to learn how to pack Haggis and cook for Patrick himself.

When he watched Patrick eat all the Haggis, the old Hayden's heart seemed to be inspired, and he looked at Patrick with relief, and he couldn't help but say, "Aimee, you have a way, look at you eating of your own accord now."

Patrick did not make a sound, thinking about what Aimee had told him, his eyes unconsciously softened a few points.

He said to the old Hayden, "Grandpa, I'm sorry for all this time, it's really bothering you."