Chapter 1202: Partiality

Chapter 1202: Partiality

She still felt somewhat insecure about this because so many things had

happened, all directed at Ayan. Once their goals were achieved, Ayan

wouldn't be able to explain everything clearly even if he wanted to.

Actually, from the beginning, she had considered the possibility of

success or failure. But people always hold on to hope in desperate

situations, and she was no exception at this moment.

However, Ayan didn't answer her words. He simply glanced at her

lightly and said, "If you believe, it will happen. If you don't believe, it

won't."

After that, Ayan didn't say anything more and left the visitor's room.

Ayan left the police station and got into a car. It was already around 4 p.

m. The weather was good today, so Ayan, seeing that he still had time,

bought some snacks that the old Simpson liked, and then went directly

to the hospital.

Carrying the snacks, he arrived at the old Simpson's ward. The old

Simpson's mood had been very good recently, and his health was

improving day by day. Especially the vegetables grown on the balcony,

they were already ready to be eaten in a short time. The old Simpson

was thinking about Timmy and naturally asked Fletcher or Talia to take

them home for Timmy to eat. After all, they were organic and natural.

When the old Simpson saw Ayan coming, his first words were,

"Where's Cami? Hasn't Cami come?"

Hearing the old Simpson's question, Ayan squinted at him and his

expression showed a hint of grievance. He said, "Grandpa, you're

showing your favoritism too obviously, aren't you?"

The old Simpson ignored his accusation and just made a faint sound.

There was no emotion in his eyes as he said, "It's good if you know, no

need to repeat it. It's only yourself who will feel uncomfortable.”

Faced with the old Simpson's mercilessness, Ayan also felt helpless.

He looked at the old Simpson, who was in good spirits, and decided to

play along with him. He said, "Grandpa, I'm the biological member of

the Simpson family, right? Camille is just your daughter-in-law. You

treat her so well, aren't you deliberately slapping me in the face?

People outside are spreading rumors. Do you have something on

Camille? Otherwise, why would you treat her so well?"

Ayan's words were like a slap in the face to the old Simpson.

The old Simpson snorted coldly, his face filled with displeasure. He

glared at Ayan and said, "If you can't speak properly, then don't speak

at all. If Cami hears this, what do you think she will think? I treat her

well because she deserves it. Besides, if the Simpson family doesn't

treat her well, who else will? Can we rely on the Armstrong family?"

The playful expression on Ayan's face gradually disappeared, and a

trace of indifference filled his deep eyes. His voice became low as he

said, "Yes, indeed, we can't rely on the Armstrong family. After all..."

Ayan didn't continue speaking, but a faint mocking smile appeared on

his lips.

The old Simpson had been listening attentively to his words and

naturally sensed something unusual. He looked at Ayan subconsciously

and asked, "After all, what? What do you want to say?"

Ayan was slightly startled, but then he immediately showed a shallow

smile and said, "Nothing. What I mean is, you're right. The Armstrong

family is not capable of treating her well."

The old Simpson didn't dwell on it. He just gave Ayan a disdainful look,

and their eyes met. The old Simpson said indifferently, “You should

treat her better. Although you are divorced now, you should understand

that from the moment I allowed the Armstrong family to be the old

Simpson, you married her, and she is the only daughter-in-law of the

Simpson family. I won't recognize anyone else. If you want me to die in

peace, then hurry up and bring her back to me."

Listening to the old Simpson's words, Ayan felt both helpless and a bit

amused.

Indeed, it was quite amusing. Looking at the old Simpson, he

resembled a protective mother hen.

But the old Simpson's eyes were always watching her every move, so

she could only nod and follow along, saying, "You're right. Don't worry, I

will definitely bring her back.”

"Hmph!" The old Simpson snorted coldly, his eyes showing a hint of

coldness.

Ayan smiled and gently placed his hand on the old Simpson's arm. He

said, "Alright, I came here to have afternoon tea with you. I bought

some pastries for you. Dr. Ellis said you can eat a small amount now.

Let me accompany you for a cup of tea."

The old Simpsonpaused for a moment, seemingly touched by Ayan's

gesture. He softened his expression and nodded, saying, "Alright,

alright. Sit down, sit down. Let's have a cup of tea.”

Ayan sat down next to the old Simpson and opened the box of pastries.

He carefully selected a piece and placed it on a plate for the old

Simpson. The two of them chatted and enjoyed their afternoon tea

together, momentarily forgetting the tensions and conflicts that

surrounded them.

As they sat there, Ayan couldn't help but feel a bit conflicted. He knew

that the old Simpson's favoritism towards Camille was partly due to her

being the daughter-in-law of the Simpson family, but it was also

because she had been there for him during his difficult times. Ayan

couldn't deny that Camille had been a source of support and comfort

for the old Simpson, especially when he was hospitalized.

However, Ayan also couldn't shake off the feeling of being left out and

overlooked. It was as if his own contributions and efforts were being

disregarded, overshadowed by Camille's presence. He couldn't help

but wonder if he was being treated unfairly.

But as he looked at the old Simpson's smiling face, Ayan pushed those

thoughts aside. After all, family dynamics were complex, and it was

natural for people to have their own preferences and biases. Instead of

dwelling on his grievances, Ayan decided to focus on the present

moment and cherish the time he had with the old Simpson.

In the end, what mattered most was not who received more favor or

attention but the bonds they shared as a family. Ayan knew that deep

down, the old Simpson cared for him as well, even if it wasn't always

expressed in the same overt manner as with Camille.

As they finished their tea and pastries, Ayan felt a sense of

contentment. He realized that seeking validation and fairness from

others would only lead to disappointment. The true measure of his

worth and happiness lay within himself and the love he had for his

family, regardless of any perceived partiality.

With a renewed sense of clarity, Ayan bid farewell to the old Simpson,

promising to bring Camille to visit soon. As he walked out of the

hospital, he couldn't help but feel a weight lift off his shoulders. He

knew that despite any challenges or differences, he would always have

a place in the Simpson family, and that was enough for him.

With a determined stride, Ayan headed towards his next destination,

ready to face whatever obstacles lay ahead and continue forging his

own path, guided by his own convictions and the love of his family.

Ayan personally brewed the tea, and the grandfather and grandson

drank and chatted while enjoying it until before dinner.

Ayan then left the hospital because he wanted to have dinner with

Camille. Upon hearing this reason, the old Simpson was also very

happy. The old Simpson laughed and said, "Alright, since you've

performed so well today, I won't scold you anymore. As long as you

treat Cami well, I'll have a better opinion of you.”

"Fine, so I'm just a tool in your eyes, huh?"

"Hey, you got that right,” the old Simpson admitted without denying it,

and urged Ayan to quickly go back and have dinner with Camille.

Ayan left the hospital and went straight back to Franklin Bay.

On the way, he checked his phone and looked at the online news. The

hot searches were mostly about Preston.

Preston's appearance had been completely revealed, along with the

things he had done. The police had started investigating and wanted

him to cooperate, but Preston seemed to disappear into thin air. His

phone couldn't be reached, and he wasn't in his apartment.

Oh, right, his apartment door had been pried open, and it was empty

inside. It was later discovered that he had escaped through the sewer

pipe.

As for the pried-open door, it had naturally been handed over to the

landlord. The landlord shouted through the air, asking Preston to come

back and pack his things, giving him two days.

If he didn't return to clean up by the end of the two days, everything

would be considered abandoned by him.

Seeing all this, Ayan didn't look too happy because this was just the

beginning.

After confronting Preston for so long, he had gained a basic

understanding of the person and knew well that Preston wasn't the type

to be completely remorseful after being suppressed once.

Not only would he not repent, but he would also bite back. It was all a

matter of time because Preston hadn't been completely suppressed to

the point of being unable to crawl back up.

It was at this moment that Kian called.

After handling things at the police station, Kian also went to where

Preston was at the moment.

Although the police didn't know where Preston was, Ayan did because

he had always arranged for people to track Preston closely.

Kian said on the phone, "Mr. Simpson, Preston went to an orphanage

in the suburbs. He drove in directly, obviously not his first time there. It

must have been before we started monitoring him."

“Investigate the detailed information of that orphanage.”

"Hmm, I'm already looking into it."

"Have our people keep an eye on him and don't let his whereabouts

slip out of our control.”

"Understood."

Kian asked curiously, "The police are also looking for him to cooperate

with the investigation now. Mr. Simpson, why don't we share the

information with the police?"