Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 209

It was hard for Casey to understand why her grandpa said such words after she was away for two days.

She really can't accept it.

Moreover, how come there was such a little thing competing for favor in the family? Her precarious position in the family was even more insignificant now.

Casey sniffed and said, "Grandpa, he isn't your great-grandson. Why do you still spoil him more than me?"

Camdyn said, "How do you compare with our Flabby? Flabby is so cute. Take a look at you. What else can you do besides embarrassing me?"

Casey wanted to cry even more.

Sure enough, she was no longer the little princess in this family.

Casey looked towards Aimee and opened her mouth, but she still couldn't say what she wanted to say.

Aimee was not in a hurry, picked up Flabby who had jumped to her side, and played with him, the little fur ball.

Patrick also came over and sat beside Aimee, playing with the dog with her.

Casey finally took a deep breath and said, "Patrick, are you hungry?"

Patrick raised his eyebrows, looked at Casey, and asked, "What?"

"Patrick, do you want anything special to eat?" Casey hinted frantically.

Her eyes glanced at Aimee from time to time, just to tell Patrick quickly order food from Aimee, and let Aimee cook by herself.

Aimee had already seen what Casey meant, and now that she heard her say that. She really couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

What kind of tricks was she playing?

She turned her head and asked Patrick, "Mr. Hayden, do you want to eat meatballs? Let's eat meatballs with noodles. What do you think?"

In front of Camdyn and Casey, Aimee was naturally embarrassed to call Patrick darling, but called him Mr. Hayden.

Patrick said cooperatively, "Yes, meatballs with noodles, made by Aimee, must be delicious."

"Of course, I am very confident in my cooking skills." Aimee said, "Then, what else should I make? Why don't we go to the kitchen first and do what we have?"

"Alright." Patrick laughed.

The two stood up, and before heading to the kitchen, Aimee looked at Camdyn again and asked, "Grandpa, what do you want to eat?"

Camdyn thought for a while and said, "Braised pork belly."

This was Camdyn's favorite dish.

However, as he got older, it was really difficult for him to eat this dish as willfully as before.

Now, with Aimee, she can make this dish specially suitable for the elderly of his age without affecting any taste.

Aimee nodded and said, "Okay, Grandpa, just wait for me. It will be fine soon."

"Grandpa, you can't blame me for this. You suddenly made her Patrick's wife. How do you want me to accept her?" Casey said it while pursing her lips

Camdyn snorted again, and said, "She's not your wife. Why do you care about it so much? Patrick didn't say anything."

Casey was speechless for a while, looked at Camdyn, and said, "Didn't Patrick not accept it at the beginning?"

"Then Patrick loves Aimee badly now," Camdyn said.

Casey instantly thought of Patrick's being clingy, and it was still very unacceptable.

He was not the Patrick she was familiar with. No, no, she really cannot accept Patrick had become like this.

Camdyn didn't bother to pay attention to Casey anymore. This little girl, if he didn't teach her a lesson, she wouldn't know what stupid things she had done.

He could tell that Aimee deliberately wanted to teach Casey a lesson today, so, as an old man, he naturally gave her support.

As for whether Casey can appreciate Aimee's good intentions, it was very difficult to say.

If Casey really had no capacity for improvement, there was nothing he can do about it as an old man.

After Camdyn left, Casey sat on the sofa alone, moaning and sighing.

Didn't she just want to come back and eat a meal made by Aimee?

Why was it so difficult?