marry a disabled rich man

Outside the hospital gate, as Aimee was stopping a cab on roadside, a black car slowly stopped in front of her.Immediately afterwards, a man in black got out of the car and said to her respectfully, “Miss Reed, Mr. Hayden wants to see you.”Aimee didn’t ask him who Mr. Hayden was, and the entrance to the hospital was not a good place for a talk, so she nodded slightly, and then got into the back seat.The car drove slowly towards Hayden’s Mansion. Even though Aimee wasn’t interested in these magnificent castles, she was still somewhat amazed.No wonder the Reeds took this marriage so seriously. With the greedy instinct of the Reeds, they might feel that even the servant’s rooms of the Hayden family were extremely posh too.Aimee was led into a study room where Camdyn Hayden, with white hair, was drawing.She didn’t come near or make a sound. Instead, she just stood quietly watching, trying to minimize her presence.Finally, Camdyn put down his pen and looked up at Aimee.Her calves h

Aimee returned to the Reed family in the afternoon, and as soon as she entered, she saw her sister, Jaylah Read, sitting on the sofa, holding a picture book in her hand, and was sketching on it.Seeing her walk in, she rolled her eyes, and her voice sounded gloating, “I heard you have been to the Hayden family. How is it? How does the Haydens treat you?”Although Jaylah was gleeful to see what happened to Aimee, she still wanted to maintain her politeness superficially.Aimee raised her eyes and looked at her, and her tone was gentle, “Pretty well.”At least Camdyn was nice to her.Jaylah observed Aimee’s expression and saw that she didn’t look proud, so she felt relieved. She put the book aside, and said, “Aimee, in fact, it’s not bad for you to marry Patrick Hayden. You are so obsessed with your job. How can a normal man bear it? But it is different when you marry him. You can do whatever you want, and it’s all up to you.”Aimee didn’t say anything. She had long been used to listeni

Camdyn knew his grandson’s attitude, and it was impossible to expect him to accept Aimee himself.The only thing that he could do by now was to let Aimee go to Patrick’s room more often and get to know him. After more communication, Patrick would be able to discover that Aimee was a good girl. Maybe he would be able to rekindle his enthusiasm for life and actively cooperate with the treatment.Perhaps he, an old man, could still see his future great-grandson, or great-daughter.Just thinking about it, Camdyn couldn’t hide his excitement.Aimee looked into Camdyn’s shrewd and clear eyes, and was very dazed. How could she know that Camdyn had already thought of the names of her and Patrick’s son and daughter?He even wanted to see his great-grandchildren get married.Aimee said, “Grandpa, I’ll go back and put away my things first, and I’ll go see Mr. Hayden right away .”“Okay, I’m waiting for you here. I’ll go with you.” Camdyn stopped imagining and said happily.Aimee hurried back to

Aimee stared at her arm for a long time before pouting. She did this because she wanted to devote herself to medicine.It took her a long time to recover. Aimee hid the stuff and went into the bathroom to wash up.She couldn’t let her skin be exposed, so she found a long-sleeved shirt and put it on.After she came to the dinning room, she was seen by Camdyn and he asked, “Aimee, it’s almost 40 degrees today. You’re dressed like this, don’t you feel hot?”“Grandpa, I am not feeling hot.” Aimee said.In fact, it was not supposed to be hot at home, but her body was so special that she couldn’t feel the cold, but she couldn’t do anything about the heat.She put a whole piece of ice patch on her back, which relieved her discomfort of being too hot from wearing long sleeves.And it was all because of Patrick.Aimee stirred the polenta in the bowl, saw that Camdyn had already had breakfast, so she put down the spoon, looked at Camdyn, and said, “Grandpa, there is something I want to discuss

Aimee stood silently to the side, completely at a loss for words. The turn of events had left her speechless, asshe never expected things to unfold this way. She had approached Camdyn, seeking his assistance to let her work alongside Patrick as his doctor, hoping it would facilitate future treatments. But now, she couldn't help but feel that Patrick had set her up, luring her into this situation. Just moments ago, she had confessed to Patrick that she was an average and ordinary doctor. If she were to successfully cure him later on, wouldn't that prove her initial statement wrong? Initially, Aimee had planned to secretly help and treat him, attributing any positive outcome to the expertise of the expensive specialists hired for the job. This way, she wouldn't be breaking her promise to her teacher. However, Patrick had placed her in a direct dilemma, forcing her to reconsider whether she should treat him or not. Unable to make an immediate decision, all she knew was that, in this mo