Chapter 1109: Delay

Chapter 1109: Delay

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 surely come. 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 but laugh. She

instinctively shook Ayan's hand and said quietly, “Grandpa is praising

me!"

Watching her flaunt 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 the

commotion, 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 playing

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 play 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 accept

them, leaving Camille and the butler suppressing their laughter.

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 glanced 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 you commanding 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."

"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

accepted, 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 accusations."

"No harm done is the best." The old Simpson snorted, showing

complete 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 accompanying the old Simpson to the

balcony for a stroll, taking a look at his plants. The old Simpson, no

longer insisting on the argument, agreed to walk to the balcony

together.