Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 895 Recover Your Stamina

Chapter 895 Recover Your Stamina

The door was open, and Patrick saw Aimee lying on the ground at first glance.

He didn't have time to be sad but rushed in and picked up Aimee.

Aimee turned her head stiffly, looked at Patrick, and said with difficulty, "I'm sorry." RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Patrick hugged Aimee tightly. Tears filled his eyes but did not fall.

His gaze fell on Camdyn's face on the bed. He still closed his eyes kindly as if he were just sleeping.

But he would never talk or laugh with them again.

Aimee held onto Patrick's clothes tightly and kept apologizing repeatedly.

Patrick was heartbroken almost to death.

Miles patted Patrick's shoulder lightly and said, "You take Aimee to rest first. We'll handle things here."

No one would blame Aimee for what she did or how much she had sacrificed because everyone saw it

all clearly.

Patrick carried Aimee out of the room first until they reached their own room. She didn't let go of him

but held him tighter instead while crying uncontrollably until his clothes were soaked through with tears.

He hugged her even tighter because he knew that nothing could ease their sadness right now no

matter what they said or did.

Even he himself was lost in grief that he didn't know how to give strength to Aimee except by holding

her tight.

In front of Aimee's eyes flashed scenes like a movie from when she entered the Hayden family -

warmth from a family that she had never experienced before, care from relatives - all given by Camdyn.

Even when she was initially going to be driven away by Patrick, it was Camdyn who gave her love so

that for the first time ever she wanted them as her own family members.

If it weren't for Camdyn's love like this, then there was no way that Aimee could have known what

having a family was really like nor would have known how good it felt having one around her.

But such a good grandfather couldn't be saved by her.

What kind of doctor was she?

What kind of great doctor?

Aimee bit down hard on her teeth; never before had pain been so intense for her than now.

Patrick gently patted Aimee's back. After an unknown amount of time passed, he finally pulled away

from Aimee holding up both sides of her face in his hands, which made Aimee wince. She bit into her

lip, which caused it to bleed profusely, making everything swell up including around both eyes.

"You tried your best," said Patrick softly, trying hard not show any emotions, because he knew full well

this wasn't going help any further!

Aimee shook her head slightly but couldn't say anything else.

"You tried your best," repeated Patrick reassuringly, trying desperately hard not make things worse than

they already were.

Aimee actually understood everything. She was a doctor, but she was not omnipotent.

However, Aimee just can't get over it.

And now was not the time for her to fall into her own emotions.

Aimee suppressed her tears, adjusted her emotions, and said, "I'll eat something to restore my

strength."

There were still many things to be handled, and each of them cannot fall down.

Patrick was relieved to hear that Aimee was willing to eat.

Aimee went to wash her face, but still couldn't wash away her gauntness.

As the two came out of the room, Kelvin was arranging Camdyn's remains. April, Matilda and Tilly

helped him guard Casey.

The men were dealing with the following matters.

Patrick said to Aimee, "Aimee, you stay with Casey and the others, okay?"

Aimee said, "No, I can do it."

Seeing that Aimee persisted, Patrick didn't say anything.

Having her by his side can always reassure him.