Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 192 For the puppy

Eden was not the youngest among them, but he was indeed the most emotional.

When he first found out about Patrick's accident, Eden almost fainted from crying several times, and

kept clamoring to rush over to kill the perpetrator.

If someone hadn't stopped him, he might not only have failed to catch the perpetrator, but would have

harmed himself.

Now, seeing Patrick standing in front of him, his tears came as soon as he said it. And the more Patrick

refused to let him cry, he cried even harder.

Aimee was a little dumbfounded. Staring blankly at Eden wiping tears there, her thoughts were drifting

to somewhere else.

Finally, Patrick couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Don't cry. You scared my wife."

Eden was crying hard right now. Hearing this, he almost choked, sobbed and was unable to breathe

steadily.

He just noticed Aimee.

Raising his hand and rubbing his eyes, he finally said,

"Patrick, what did you just say? Who is she?" Eden pointed at Aimee, still having trouble believing what

he heard.

"My wife, Aimee." Patrick put his arm around Aimee's shoulders and introduced them to each other,

"Aimee, this is Eden, and he's a weirdo."

"Patrick, fuck you. I'm not a weirdo!" Eden immediately frowned. After getting mad at Patrick, he felt

that he should pay attention to Aimee's impression on him, so he said quickly, " Aimee, hello, I'm Eden

Mccoy, just call me Mr. Mccoy."

Before Aimee could speak, Patrick talked back.

"Where do you get the guts? You can't trick my wife," Patrick glared at him, and then said to Aimee,

"Don't bother. Just call him Eden. We are at the same age."

"Hey, Patrick, you're not polite. I'm three days older than you." Eden was unhappy, as if he wanted to

fight with Patrick.

Patrick said unceremoniously, "Fake! You are younger than me."

Eden couldn't stand it, so he hummed angrily, "You're talking nonsense. I'm clearly older than you by

three days. Why don't you show me your ID card?"

Patrick explained to Aimee, "He was born three days later than me, but in order to let me call him

brother, he asked his parents to change his ID card to be three days older than me."

After speaking, Patrick complained, "I have never seen such a shameless person."

Aimee nodded in agreement. Indeed, it was the first time she had seen such a person.

And it was also weird.

Eden had wanted to have an argument with Patrick so he wouldn't ruin his reputation.

At the end, seeing Aimee nodding, he understood a truth.

It was useless for him to say anything now.

They were on the same team.

Eden was so angry but he can't compete with Patrick, so he can only look at Aimee and ask, "Aimee,

are you okay with your eyesight?"

Aimee also became speechless in an instant. Wasn't he saying that she had poor eyesight and that

was why she fell in love with Patrick?

She was very curious now how did Patrick and Eden become friends.

He was simply a bad friend.

Patrick didn't bother to pay attention to Eden anymore, but put his arm around Aimee's shoulder, and

was about to go back.

They didn't know if the dog was saved by Harper.

He could see that Aimee liked that dog very much, and he would really feel guilty if it was killed by him

just like that.

The three of them returned to the living room, as Harper had come out of the operating room with the

Samoyed in his arms.

Samoyed's legs were wrapped in gauze and it was whimpering non-stop.

Patrick finally relaxed.

He walked over, trying to take the Samoyed from Harper's arms, but Harper slapped his hand off.

He looked at him warningly and said, "Don't touch it."

Patrick was helpless. When it came to small animals, Harper was so indifferent to him.

Eden looked at Patrick, then at Harper, and then asked, "Who does this dog belong to?"

"Mine."

"Mine."

The two spoke together. After they said so, they looked at each other.

Harper glared at Patrick and felt annoyed, as if he was some sort of enemy.

Patrick was also almost pissed off by his attitude.

He said, "Harper, this is my wife's dog. Please be reasonable."

Aimee blinked her eyes innocently. For a while, she really didn't know whether to take this or not.

She really wanted to take the dog back and raise it, but she hadn't told Patrick about it yet, and she

didn't know if he would agree.

Even if Patrick agreed, will Camdyn agree?

However, it didn't matter if Hayden's Mansion can keep the dog, she can arrange it elsewhere.

It would be a pity that she wouldn't be able to see it every day.

Harper looked at Aimee, and held the Samoyed's hand tightly, not wanting to give the dog to her.

However, he won't fight with Aimee, mainly because he didn't want to talk to Aimee at all. So if Aimee

didn't let go, then he can only return the dog to her.

Patrick tilted his head and said to Aimee, "Don't worry. If he can take it out, it means it has been cured.

We can just go back and raise it."

Aimee looked at Patrick and asked, "So, I can raise it, right?"

"Of course." Patrick smiled, raised his hand to touch Aimee's head, and said, "What you want to do at

home, what you want to raise, you can do whatever you like. You don't have to be worried."

Aimee laughed immediately, walked towards Harper, ignored his resistance, reached out, and hugged

the puppy.

Maybe it was because she gave the little puppy a lot of warmth when it was injured, so the puppy didn't

reject her, and even rubbed against her hand, which was regarded as recognizing her as its master. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Aimee's heart was about to be melt by the little dog, and her eyes were extremely gentle.

Harper looked at her like this, but didn't say anything after all.

He just stared at the puppy for a while, then turned silently and walked into a room.

Not long after, Harper pushed a huge box out, pushed it in front of Aimee, and said, "Here."

Aimee stared at him blankly, wondering what it was.

Harper avoided Aimee's gaze and said, "For the puppy."