Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 2

Just outside the hospital gates, Aimee was stopping a car on the side of the road when a black car slowed to a stop in front of her.

Immediately after, it was a man in black who got out of the car and said to her respectfully, "Miss Read, our Mr. Hayden is here to see you."

Aimee didn't ask him who Mr. Hayden was, and the hospital entrance was not a place to talk, so she nodded slightly and bowed into the back seat.

The car drove slowly towards Hayden's Mansion, and the magnificent castle in front of her eyes made Aimee marvel at it even though she was not interested in it.

It is no wonder that the Reeds will take this marriage so seriously, with the Reeds greedy nature, only to think that the Hayden family's maid's room, but also to be incomparably luxurious and precious.

Aimee is led into the study where an old man with white hair is painting.

She did not approach, nor did she make a sound, just stood quietly watching, trying to keep her presence to a minimum.

Finally, when the old Hayden had put away his pen, he looked up at Aimee.

Her calves were already standing stiff, and she was holding herself up by a wave of perseverance.

"Miss Read, come and see how I look at this writing." The old Hayden waved toward Aimee, calling her over.

Aimee had a momentary daze, reacted, and then moved mechanically towards the old Hayden.

Her two legs, are going to fight the bend.

The old Hayden silently look at these in the eyes, eyes deep, but did not make a sound.

Aimee stood at the old Hayden's side, seeking a most respectful distance and posture.

Her eyes fell on the painting.

Aimee pursed her lips, and the old Hayden's intentions became clear.

She looked for the right moment to speak up and said, "The old Hayden's painting is very nice."

the old Hayden sniffed, a touch of helplessness slipped through the eyes full of shine.

This little girl, did not really know how to draw, just pick the words that do not make mistakes to describe some.

Sighing imperceptibly, the old Hayden asked, "So, do you like this painting?"

Aimee's eyes moved from the painting to the old Hayden's face, met his stern eyes, swallowed uncontrollably, then, before nodding and saying, "I like it."

"Then I will give you this painting, and from now on, you are my Hayden family." The old Hayden said.

Aimee responded, "Thank the old Hayden."

"I'm not happy to be called that. I've told you that you're a member of my Hayden family, and you don't call me grandpa?" the old Hayden pretended to be angry and said.

Aimee was really unable to keep up with the speed of this development, but she could only call out stiffly, "Grandpa."