Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 257

Aimee and Patrick had always maintained a posture of being neither humble nor overbearing, neither frightened nor panicked, as if no matter what happened, the two of them can stay calm.

This attitude was naturally worthy of appreciation for Lorenzo.

However, in the eyes of others, it was a kind of provocation and contempt for them.

Fortunately, Lorenzo was here, so that even if they dared to be angry, they dared not speak out. And they dared not do anything to Aimee and Patrick at all. They can only stare at them with their eyes, trying to use this method to let their deterrence reach a peak.

Patrick said to Lorenzo, "Mr. Benton, we are here this time because we have important matters. I want to know more from you. I don't know if you can talk to us alone."

As soon as he said this, everyone was filled with righteous indignation and extreme anger.

There was already a young and energetic one, who rushed out, pointed at Patrick and cursed, "What are you going to do to Mr. Benton?"

Lorenzo called the young man's name, stopped his behavior, and asked him to retreat.

Lorenzo looked at Patrick, and didn't immediately agree to Patrick request, but turned to look at Aimee and said, "You're looking for me."

What he said was very firm, which made Aimee more sure that she might have some special connection with Veggia.

For a moment, she was even a little uncertain whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Aimee didn't have much time to think, and she didn't hide it, just nodded and said, "Yes, sir."

Lorenzo looked at their clasped hands, stood up from the chair, and said, "You two come with me."

After speaking, he took the lead in walking towards the back.

Aimee and Patrick followed his pace, and walked into the back room under the eyes of everyone wanting to kill them both.

Lorenzo asked the two of them to sit down, asked someone to prepare tea and bring it in, and then sent his man out.

In the room, only the three of them were left, and Lorenzo spoke first, "What do you want to say? Why are you looking for me?"

This time, it was Aimee who spoke first.

She said, "Mr. Benton, I want to ask you, do you recognize Joel Thomas?"

Joel was the name of Aimee's teacher.

This was his real name.

When they lived together in the mountains, Joel was called by another name.

Joel was only told to Aimee after they separated, and it was to tell her that if she encountered any danger in the future, or if there was something that cannot be solved, she can give it a try and propose this name.

However, Joel also reminded Aimee that if it was not necessary, it was better not to mention this name.

Aimee was actually not sure whether he will be recognized when she mentions the name Joel here.

However, since her teacher once said it, she was ready to take a gamble.

Obviously, she bet it right.

Benton heard the name. Although his face was still expressionless, it was not difficult to see that there was huge fluctuation in his eyes.

This also made Aimee sure that her teacher might have expected this day when she would come to Veggia.

She was even more certain that she might have some subtle connection with this place.

Aimee didn't pursue the question immediately, but waited for his answer.

However, after a long silence, he sighed.

He said, "I didn't expect that I could still hear his name."

From the tone of his voice, it seemed he wasn't too happy about the name.

What was more, it may be a kind of complexity.

Benton finally spoke after a long silence.

"I didn't expect that after such a long time, I could still hear his name."

As Benton said it, he stood up and walked to a cabinet.

He took out a box from inside, and when he turned around, even his steps became extraordinarily heavy.

Aimee was nervous and expecting something.

She didn't know why, but there was a strong sense of unease.

She watched Benton put the box on the table in front of her, then opened it, and took out a photo from it.

Aimee saw the person in the photo clearly, and her eyes turned red.

The person in the photo was Joel.

He looked much younger than when he became her teacher, wearing Veggia's special clothes, with a sunny smile on his face.

That was the appearance she had never seen before.

Aimee actually felt it a little strange.

However, it was precisely because of this strangeness that Aimee felt that this was someone she couldn't be more familiar with.

Benton handed the photo to Aimee and said, "If you are talking about him, then I can welcome you."

Aimee sniffed and took a long while before looking away from the photo.

She looked towards Benton and said, "Mr. Benton, Joel is my teacher."

Lorenzo said, "I guessed it."

Aimee was a little dazed, staring at Lorenzo for a long time, but did not get an answer.

Lorenzo took out another photo and said, "This is my daughter."

Aimee watched the photo, looking at the woman who was also wearing Veggia's clothes. She looked so beautiful, and her eyes seemed to be full of light.

She just felt that these eyes were very familiar, but she was not sure that she had seen her.

However, just when Aimee was about to ask who this woman was, Patrick said, "It's Sophie."

Aimee was so stunned that she couldn't say any more words.

Looking at Patrick in astonishment, she then looked back at the woman in the photo.

At this moment, she had to confirm that this was indeed Sophie.

Although the outline of her eyes had been deformed, it was still not difficult to distinguish them. They were the same as Sophie's eyes.

Aimee never imagined that Sophie was actually the daughter of village head.

Not to mention that Aimee didn't expect it, even Patrick was a little dumbfounded when he heard the news.

Sophie was the daughter of village head, but went to the Bishop family to be a nanny.

No matter how people thought about it, the impact of this fact was too great.

Lorenzo saw some changes in the expressions of Aimee and Patrick, so he asked, "You know my daughter."

Aimee and Patrick glanced at each other, thinking about the current situation of Sophie. For a moment, they felt that they didn't know how to answer.