Chapter 1109: Dy
Chapter 1109: Dy
The two proceeded with a discreet journey, attracting no attention.
Upon reaching the hospital, following the usual routine, they took the staff route to the upper floor. The
way was clear, and they encountered no one.
Entering the old Simpson''s room, they heard the spirited voice of the old Simpson, "Just wait; Cami and
Ayan will surelye. This rascal moves so slowly, always prioritizing work. He neglects an old man
like me. I guess I can only rely on Cami."
Hearing the old Simpson''s words, Camille couldn''t help butugh. She instinctively shook Ayan''s hand
and said quietly, "Grandpa is praising me!"
Watching her unt herself, Ayan wished he could show her the harsh realities of life, but the timing
wasn''t right.
The two entered the room, and the old Simpson, upon hearing themotion, turned his gaze toward
them. Ayan''s voice was calm as he said, "I rushed here right after work to bring Cami to see you. I also
bought some snacks and fruits, all of which I bought, not your beloved Cami. Looks like I should take
them away!"
"Humph!" the old Simpson snorted lightly, his cloudy eyes staring at Ayan. "If you want to leave, go
ahead. What''s the point of bringing things if you''re taking them away? Who taught you such
nonsense?"
Ayan, looking at the old Simpson''s unyielding attitude, felt a bit helpless. Apparently, growing older only
made one resemble a child more.
He set down the things he was carrying and, following Camille, walked to the table. Ayan looked at the
old Simpson and said, "You educated me, Grandpa. Naturally, I learned from you!"
"I never taught you to behave like this. Don''t you go around ruining my reputation!" The old Simpson
promptly denied.
The banter continued between Ayan and the old Simpson. Despite the constant verbal sparring, the
atmosphere remained harmonious. Camille served soup and dishes to both men, ensuring they didn''t
argue on empty stomachs.
Since they were in a hospital, the butler and the cook joined them for the meal.
After dinner, as it was still early, the old Simpson suggested ying chess with Ayan. Despite being
hospitalized, the old Simpson had brought his hobbies with him, providing a way to pass the time.
The butler remarked, "He wanted to y chess in the afternoon and dragged me into a game. My
chess skills are not up to par, and the old Simpson despises that!"
The old Simpson, without refuting the butler''s words, seemed to ept them, leaving Camille and the
butler suppressing theirughter.
During the chess game, Camille sat quietly on the side. Noticing that the old Simpson might be tired,
she didn''t see that Ayan, several times, had skillfully pretended not to notice opportunities to win. Even
Camille noticed but remained silent, her lips lightly pressed together.
After a prolonged match, the ultimate winner was, as usual, the old Simpson.
The old Simpson, with gravity in his words, said to Ayan, "Your chess skills are regressing. You need to
practice more; otherwise, you won''t even beat Timmy in the future."
"All right, you''re right. After I finish my current work, I''ll find a chess master to give me lessons."
"Why do you need a master? Come to me, and I''ll teach you."
"That works, but you have to give me a discount."
"We''ll see based on your performance," the old Simpson said calmly.
Ayan discreetly nced at the time on his watch and then quietly told Camille, "Cami, go to the vending
machine at the end of the corridor and buy me a drink."
Camille was slightly surprised and hesitated. Ayan wasn''t someone who liked to drink beverages, so
why did he suddenly want one?
Ayan shot Camille a look, and she subconsciously blinked, then nodded, saying, "Sure."
Camille thought Ayan probably wanted to have a private conversation with the old Simpson, and he
didn''t want to say it in front of her. Perhaps it was about the old Simpson''s condition, and Ayan didn''t
want to trouble her with it. Without thinking much, she got up to leave.
However, the old Simpson wasn''t pleased. He immediately reached out to stop Camille, looking at
Ayan, asking, "What do you mean?"
Ayan was also taken aback and said, "I didn''t mean anything by it!"
The old Simpson, with indifference, said, "You say there''s no meaning, but why don''t you go buy it
yourself? Why are youmanding Cami? What kind of attitude is this? Is this how you treat her when
we''re not around? Cami, is this how he usually treats you?"
Camille quickly shook her head and said, "No, Grandpa."
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"Camille, speak boldly. With me here, he won''t dare to mistreat you. Even though I''m hospitalized, I can
still handle him," the old Simpson said, emphasizing his protection of Camille. He had already decided
that Ayan must be mistreating Camille behind their backs.
Camille kept denying and reassured the old Simpson, saying, "Grandpa, don''t worry, Ayan hasn''t
mistreated me. Usually, I''m the one teasing him. You don''t need to worry about me. If he really
mistreats me, I''ll tell you and my parents. Don''t worry about me."
After Camille''s repeated assurances, the old Simpson reluctantly epted, but he still warned Ayan
sternly, "Let me make it clear; if you dare to mistreat Cami, you''ll have to ask for my permission first."
Ayan, gently massaging his forehead, sighed, "I haven''t mistreated her. Fortunately, she''s here in front
of you. Otherwise, even if I jumped into the Yellow River, it wouldn''t wash away the usations."
"No harm done is the best." The old Simpson snorted, showingplete disdain for Ayan.
Camille, seeing the old Simpson''s protective stance, felt moved but also a bit guilty toward Ayan. After
all, the old Simpson always ended up getting hurt to protect her. It felt awkward.
To make it up to Ayan, she volunteered to go out and buy drinks, creating a private space for the old
Simpson and Ayan. The butler went to prepare hot water for tea for the old Simpson, and the cook
went to the kitchen. Ayan suggested apanying the old Simpson to the balcony for a stroll, taking a
look at his nts. The old Simpson, no longer insisting on the argument, agreed to walk to the balcony
together.