"Aunt Vera, please take Serena back ho. She is tired."
Serena’s eyes snapped open when she heard her na called out and she looked up, disporiented. It took her a mont to realise that she’d fallen asleep on Aiden’s shoulder as they’d waited through the night for grandma for grandma’s condition to improve.
Slowly, she straightened up, looked around the private waiting room and realized that the others had left as well, leaving only her, Aiden and Aunt Vera in the room.
"I’m fine," she protested softly, even as she rubbed the stiffness from her neck. "I want to wait until Grandmother wakes up."
"Serena, you’re still recovering. If you stay, she’ll only worry more when she wakes up and sees you tired. It’s better for you to rest at ho."
Serena winced as another sharp pain shot through her neck, betraying her fatigue. She knew Aiden was right, but stubbornness tugged at her. "I don’t want to leave..." she almost said that she didn’t want to leave him alone but dared not.
Since coming here last night, Aiden had been a different person. She rembered when she’d first seen him. His impression had been that of an Ice man. Soone cold through and through, But during these past weeks, even though he’d remained cold, she’d seen a different side of this man, almost making her believe that she’d been mistaken about his first impression. And yet, now, he might as well be the Freezer himself, forget about being an ice man.
As she took in his expression, however, she knew that arguing with him would only be a losing battle so she nodded and stood up when Aunt Vera ambled over to her."I’ll rest and be back later."
He seed to have not even heard her as she walked away from him, his own expression closed off.
The car ride back was quiet, broken by only Aunt Vera’s glances in her direction, which made her look at the older woman in question. Realizing that Serena knew she was being stared at, Aunt Vera gave up the hesitation and quickly clasped Serena’s hands with her own," Young Mistress Serena. I have to thank you for last night."
Serena frowned," What do you an?"
"I an for teaching that woman a lesson! Of all of Master Charles’s wives, she is the worst."
Serena widened her eyes then.. ’of all the wives?’ Did the man have so kind of a harem? Her question must have shown on her expression as Aunt Vera made a face and said, " Mrs Milli is his fourth wife."
Serena nodded as if enlightened and then asked curiously," And what about Aiden’s mother?"
If possible the disdain on Aunt Vera’s face deepened as she almost growled, "I think she is on her seventh or eighth husband, I’m not too sure. I lost count."
Serena nodded. That would explain Aiden’s aversion to marriage and marrying her who was almost dead. Instead of divorcing, he would have preferred to be widowed.
The ntion of Aiden’s mother and father and Grandma’s health seed to have taken a toll on Aunt Vera as she sighed repeatedly," Even when those two were together, they were always trying to push the other down as if they would gain sothing for it. The only one who suffrered for it was the young master. When they separated, my mistress was very happy. Her grandson would be spared by the daily fights."
She even showered both his parents with money as a divorce gift so that they would leave Aiden alone and go their separate ways," Aunt Vera continued, her voice laced with bitterness. "But it never really ended, did it? They still tried to ddle in his life whenever they could. Initially, each of them re married and claid that they’d found a way to provide the perfect family for the young master and would take him away for the holidays with whatever spouse they were with."
"And the mistress kept hoping that her son or ex daughter in law would step up and give him a happy ho. But it remained a distant dream. My mistress only accepted the truth when the young master, he was ten at the ti, stared at his parents in the old ho and categorically told them that he did not recognise them as parents. Our hearts broke then."
Serena gulped, feeling an ache in her throat. For a ten year old boy... to have said sothing like this, just how hurt he must have been.
"After that, whenever either of his parents tried to claim ’ownership’ to him, he would almost attack them as if they were the enemy. And then, as he grew up, his thods changed from physical to ntal. By the ti he was eighteen, he had already bought thirty percent of the company’s stocks and ousted his father from the company. Not that the old man did anything other than squander the money."
"But since then, his father seems to see him as the enemy. However, he cannot directly do anything to Aiden for fear of retaliation so he uses his ex wife. And that woman... Miss Milli, do you know she is actually his aunt? His own biological mother’s younger sister? So, due to the two-fold relationship, she thinks she can ’discipline’ him."
"And he lets her hit him?" Serena asked curiously, wondering just how many tis that woman had actually tried to ’discipline’ him.
"He is too much of a gentleman to hit a woman." And then a light seed to co on Aunt Vera’s face as she said gleefully, " I was so happy when you hit that woman! It was the only good thing that has happened recently. Young Mistress... the next ti you see her, don’t go light on her. Hit her harder, okay? I’ll go ho and make so chicken bone soup for you to make your bones stronger. That way, you won’t hurt yourself."
Serena smiled a bit at Autn Vera’s bloodthirst then, even though her mind was still occupied by what Aunt Vera had revealed and she couldn’t help but feel pity for Aiden Hawk though she was sure that he would never accept sothing like pity.
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