Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 489

Chapter 489 I will not blame Miles

Miles looked at Ash upon hearing this, confirming how seriously when he said it.

"Aimee does not allow Matilda to drink alcohol. Even if she does, she can only drink a small cup. Matilda's body is only slightly adapted to alcohol. If she exceeds that amount, her life will be in danger," Ash said.

Miles' face turned pale instantly.

He never knew that Matilda's physique was so special.

Ash immediately said, "However, don't worry too much. Aimee has already treated Matilda. She will just be unwell for a while now, and she won't really die."

However, these words did not comfort Miles, but made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Ash hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't hold back, and asked, "Miles, what is your relationship with Matilda? Now, I haven't seen Matilda like this for almost two years."

Although it was too gossipy to ask such a question, Ash was really curious.

Miles said, "I pushed her too much. That's the reason."

He didn't know whether he was speaking to himself or Ash.

As Patrick came up, he saw Miles leaning against a wall so lonely, as if he had received a huge blow.

He walked over, patted Miles on the shoulder, and asked, "Miles, are you okay?"

Hearing the sound, Miles raised his eyes and looked at Patrick, but shook his head silently.

How can he be okay? The girl he liked had been made like this by himself. How can he be okay?

Patrick didn't ask any more questions, just stood with him, waiting for Aimee to come out.

About two hours later, Aimee opened the door and came out.

Her complexion was not very good. When she saw Miles, she still said, "Miles, you don't have to blame yourself too much. This has nothing to do with you. The things hidden in her heart will be vented sooner or later. You don't need to be self-blamed."

In other words, any man, or anyone or anything that reminded Matilda of the past, could make her like this.

Now, it was just that this person happened to be Miles, but Miles didn't know about that, so he had no fault of his own.

Miles could understand what Aimee meant, but he didn't feel any comfort in his heart.

He lowered his shoulders wordlessly, and after a long time, he asked, "Can I go in and see her?"

"Yes, you can." Aimee said.

She moved sideways to let Miles walk in.

Miles pushed open the door and saw Matilda lying on the bed with a pale face.

Right now, she was no longer glamorous and charming as she used to be.

However, Matilda was still compellingly beautiful, but it also made Miles feel so distressed that he almost stopped breathing.

He walked over with difficulty and stood still beside the bed, but he didn't dare to sit down at all.

He wanted to reach out and touch Matilda's face, but he didn't have the courage.

Miles never imagined that one day he would be so pluckless.

Patrick knew that what he said was actually very lame, but at this moment, Patrick really didn't know how to comfort Aimee.

He didn't understand what Matilda had experienced, and it was not convenient for him to ask clearly.

The only thing that can appease Aimee was to make her believe that, no matter what, at least, it was impossible for Miles to hurt Matilda.

Aimee raised her face, looked at Patrick, and said, "Darling, don't worry. I won't blame Miles."

Patrick said, "Perhaps, we can let Miles know what she had been through."

Aimee shook her head and said, "Unless Matilda wants to say it, I won't."

Every time she mentioned the things happened to Matilda, it was like peeling off Matilda's scars, making her dripping with blood.

Aimee couldn't be that cruel.

The last thing she could do was to hurt Matilda.

Aimee had no choice but to come and heal Matilda when she was tormenting herself like this like today.

As for whether Miles can pull Matilda out of the past, Aimee was really not sure.

Sighing softly, Aimee said, "Actually, I really hope that Matilda can open her heart and be with Miles."

She always believed that people always needed light, the light of life.

Otherwise, it would be too lonely to plunge oneself into those sorrows.