Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 39 Are you not jealous?

The old Hayden saw Patrick ignore himself for a long time, frowned a little and asked, "Pat, what are

you thinking about? What's wrong?"

Patrick looked to the old Hayden and asked, "Grandpa, when is Dr. Dettlaff, as you say, arriving?"

"Pat, you're agreeing to the treatment?" the old Hayden was overjoyed, and his eyes instantly

reddened.

Patrick said, "Didn't I promise you before that I would show him."

the old Hayden said, "Yes, yes, yes, as long as Pat you are willing to treat, but Dettlaff's time is

precious and what appointments we can get are scheduled for next month."

"Next month?" Patrick raised an eyebrow, doesn't that coincide with when Aimee is ready to operate on

him?

That's interesting.

Now may Aimee still do not know the old Hayden found Dettlaff over, also do not know when she

knows after, will not and old Hayden angry.

The old Hayden looked at Patrick's playful expression and wondered for a moment what he was

thinking.

"What's the matter Pat, are you thinking Dettlaff is too late?" the old Hayden asked apprehensively.

He has used all his connections to ask Dettlaff to come over, but that guy is a stubborn old man, there

is no way to ask him to move, and must see all the scheduled patients before he is willing to come

over, simply do not give anyone the opportunity to plug the queue.

The old Hayden also did not think about whether to directly tie people over, but he also knows that

everyone is equal in front of the disease, although he is very anxious about his grandson's condition,

but also can not really not take into account other patients, only to wait patiently.

Now, seeing Patrick's expression like this, it makes the old Hayden very apprehensive.

What if Patrick feels that the waiting time is too long and refuses to accept the treatment, then what

should he do?

It was Patrick who took a look at the old Hayden and was helpless to worry about him in this way.

He said, "Grandpa, don't worry, since I promised you, I won't go back on my promise."

the old Hayden then put down his heart and said: "You can say so, grandpa is really happy, Pat,

grandpa heard that Dettlaff is really strong, and, it is said that he has also cured patients like you,

although the situation is not as serious as yours, but, grandpa thinks, he should be able to cure you. "

Patrick did not make a sound, but was more interested in seeing what Aimee's reaction would be when

she found out about it.

When Aimee woke up, the time was approaching noon.

She couldn't help but freeze for a moment when she saw the time.

It's been a really long time since she's slept this long.

When she came out of the room and ran into Riley, Aimee said with some embarrassment, "Riley, do

you have any food to eat now?"

She woke up completely starved today.

Only, it's not yet time for the Hayden family to have lunch, and Aimee isn't sure if she'll be able to eat

now.

Riley smiled and immediately said, "Yes, yes, yes, Master Patrick has the kitchen prepare it for you so

that you can eat it whenever you wake up."

Aimee froze for a moment and asked suspiciously, "You mean, Master Patrick ?"

"Yeah," Riley said with a smile, "Master Patrick said, Lady Aimee you had a hard night last night and

told us to take good care of you."

When Aimee heard this, her heart thumped, and a bad feeling came over her.

Patrick, why would you say that?

What did he really know?

Sitting at the table, Aimee was still thinking about it, so much so that she didn't even notice that she

had eaten a slice of lemon, giving her an instant jolt of acid.

This also allowed Aimee to finally come around.

She bit into her beef with indignation, already spitting Patrick out in her mind.

This killer, just can not do something good.

Look at her by the lemon to the sour, so that she now see all the ingredients on a sour smell.

When Riley saw Aimee's reaction, he asked in confusion, "Lady Aimee, do you not like sour food?"

"Yeah, Riley, no need to prepare lemons for me in the future." Aimee said.

After saying that, also seems to be afraid to bite into the lemon again, Aimee pushed that portion of

steak far away.

Just then, Casey's voice came from far and near, "Riley, what are you making here, it smells so good."

"Does Miss Casey want some?" Riley asked.

To Casey, Riley is still like a kind grandfather, although he is aware that Casey's nature is a bit brutal,

but still very loving her.

As soon as Casey heard this, he nodded excitedly and said, "Yes, yes, I want to eat it."

Riley's hand-made steak is Casey's favorite, or at least, Casey has never had such a good steak

anywhere other than Hayden's Mansion.

But her excitement was dampened when she crossed the hallway and saw Aimee sitting at the table.

She asked, without good grace, "What are you doing here?"

Aimee looked up at her and said with amusement, "What do you think?"

Casey choked and rolled her eyes at Aimee, "Don't tell me you just woke up and really came to the Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Hayden family to be a young grandmother, it's not like you to sleep in until this time."

Aimee ignored her and ate her steak, finally neutralizing the sour taste in her mouth.

Casey saw that she was ignoring her and wanted to say something else when she saw that Riley had

come over with the steak and the sauce was mixed to her liking.

"Well ...... is this taste, can be too delicious, Riley I love you so much." With that, Casey gave a flying

kiss towards Riley.

Riley took Casey's kiss in a cooperative manner, showing the best of doting.

Casey took two bites in a row, which revealed the lemon that had been pushed far away by Aimee.

She frowned a little and turned to Aimee and said, "Hey, are you not a fan of lemons?"

Aimee gave her a raised eyebrow and ignored her.

Casey was furious, and his dislike for Aimee grew a little more.

"Why don't you eat something as delicious as lemon?" Casey stared at the dish of vinegar that Aimee

had pushed away from her, heartbroken.

The way she looked at Aimee, she looked as if Aimee was an old man who didn't know how to enjoy

himself.