He Does Not Deserve My Devotion-Chapter 79: All He’s Done Is Less Effective Than a Single Word From Declan Grant

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: All He’s Done Is Less Effective Than a Single Word From Declan Grant

"I care about the children, but I care about you more."

Aiden Sinclair’s voice sounded from behind her just as Nina Walsh was leaving the nursery.

"It’s too late," she said.

Aiden Sinclair caught up to her. "It’s not too late. As long as you don’t push me away. I hurt you in the past, but now I’ll use my own flesh and blood to stitch your heart back together, piece by piece. If one year isn’t enough, I’ll use ten. I’ll use my whole life."

Nina Walsh turned to face him. "I don’t need ten years from you, and I don’t need your whole life. Just give me a little freedom."

Aiden Sinclair thought for a few seconds. "Fine. As long as you don’t leave me, I’ll give you anything you want."

But there was only one thing she wanted—to leave Aiden Sinclair.

’Forget it. This is pointless.’

Nina Walsh changed her request. "I don’t trust any of those doctors. I want Second Brother Grant to be my primary physician."

The name ’Second Brother Grant’ was grating to Aiden Sinclair’s ears.

Although he was reluctant, he quickly weighed the pros and cons. "Fine. I’ll go and ask him myself."

Aiden Sinclair was a man of his word. The very next day, Declan Grant appeared at Cloudcrest Manor.

A faint smile finally appeared on Nina Walsh’s face. She said apologetically, "Second Brother Grant, I’m sorry."

Declan Grant patted her head. "It’s all right. All that matters is that you’re okay. How have your diet and sleep been recently? Has the baby started kicking yet?"

"I don’t have much of an appetite, and I’m not sleeping much. I haven’t felt any kicking yet." Nina Walsh honestly reported her physical condition.

Aiden Sinclair stood on the stairs, watching the two of them chatting and laughing naturally downstairs. He turned and went back to the bedroom.

He changed into a suit and came downstairs with a tie draped around his neck. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

His leather shoes pounded on the staircase as if he meant to stomp right through it, making a loud THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.

Nina Walsh was so engrossed in her conversation with Declan Grant that she didn’t notice him at all.

Aiden Sinclair walked over coolly. "Nina, I’m heading to the office. Help me with my tie."

Only then did Nina Walsh turn her head. Aiden Sinclair was already standing right beside her, their shoulders touching. Declan Grant subconsciously took a step back.

She glanced at Aiden Sinclair, who said, "For the sake of the crayfish I bought you the other night?"

Nina Walsh felt awkward but had no choice but to tie his tie for him.

"There."

As soon as the tie was done, Nina Walsh tried to step back, but Aiden Sinclair blocked her path, leaned down, and kissed her.

Declan Grant was standing right behind her, watching them. Nina Walsh’s face flushed red in an instant.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sinclair. I’m off to work now."

Aiden Sinclair said with a smile. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to instruct Declan Grant, "Dr. Grant, please give my wife a thorough check-up."

Declan Grant seemed a bit dazed. He followed Nina Walsh upstairs woodenly. The maids cleaning upstairs all stopped what they were doing and respectfully addressed Nina as "Mrs. Sinclair."

Declan Grant was suddenly reminded of the red marriage certificate Aiden Sinclair had shown him yesterday—its color was glaringly bright.

"Second Brother Grant?"

Nina Walsh waved a hand in front of him, and Declan Grant snapped out of his thoughts.

"This is the medical room."

"Okay. Have a seat. I’ll listen to the baby’s heartbeat."

Nina Walsh cooperatively sat down, her eyes lifting to look at Declan Grant. "There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you."

"What is it?" Declan Grant asked, chatting with her as he began the examination.

"Our engagement... actually..."

Nina Walsh didn’t know how to begin. Declan Grant smiled. "Are you trying to say that our engagement was called off a long time ago?"

Nina Walsh looked at Declan Grant in surprise. "You already knew?"

"Yes. The first day I talked to you about getting engaged, my mother showed me the annulment papers you signed. She said you were the one who came to call off the engagement six years ago."

Six years ago, Rose Walsh had suddenly collapsed. She was rushed to the hospital and diagnosed with cancer, requiring a large sum of money for surgery.

To raise the money, Nina Walsh had gone to the Grant Family to call off the engagement, trading the marriage agreement for the surgery fees.

Unfortunately, Rose’s illness was too severe. Not long after the surgery, she had a relapse. Desperate, Nina Walsh had gone to Brian Sherman for help, which led to her taking the fall for a crime and going to prison.

"I’m sorry, Second Brother Grant. I shouldn’t have used you." Nina Walsh felt terrible that she had kept clinging to Declan Grant even though their engagement was already off.

Declan Grant pulled up a chair and sat beside her. He said earnestly, "You don’t have to feel sorry. It was my own choice. But there is one thing I’d like to confirm."

"What is it?"

"Back then, when you called off the engagement, was there another reason besides raising money?"

If it had just been for the surgery fees, she could have come to him for help. But instead, she had gone directly to Mrs. Grant and ended the engagement cleanly and decisively.

Perhaps the surgery fee was just a pretext; calling off the engagement was what she had wanted to do all along.

Nina Walsh felt like she was completely transparent in front of Declan Grant; she couldn’t hide anything from him.

"Second Brother, you’re right. The main reason I called off the engagement wasn’t to raise money. It was... because I had fallen hopelessly in love with someone..."

...

"Young Master, Ma’am had a great appetite today. She ate a whole big bowl of rice and even praised my cooking. You found the right doctor this time, Young Master. I don’t know what the doctor said to her, but Ma’am seems much more cheerful."

Mrs. Lane had called to report on Nina Walsh’s dietary situation, her words filled with unconcealable admiration for Declan Grant.

Aiden Sinclair was happy that Nina Walsh was doing better, but at the same time, he felt a sting of jealousy.

He had been so attentive and tried so hard for so long, yet none of it was as effective as a single meeting and a few words from Declan Grant.

Following Declan Grant’s advice, Nina Walsh had indeed started to let go of some of her worries.

Declan Grant had told her that since she had already decided to have the babies, she had to be responsible for the two children in her womb.

"Mrs. Lane, I need something. Could you have someone bring it to me?"

Mrs. Lane put down what she was doing. "Ma’am, what do you need? I’ll arrange it right away."

"I need a few parenting books."

"Oh, those! No need to buy any. There are some in the study. I saw them just the other day when I was cleaning."

Mrs. Lane went upstairs and into Aiden Sinclair’s study, and Nina Walsh followed her in.

She was no stranger to this study. The last time Aiden had ’locked’ her in here, she had snuck in once. The secrets she had given to Julian Sinclair were stolen from this very room.

At the time, she had only one thought: she would get her revenge on Aiden Sinclair and let him have a taste of what it felt like to be controlled and suppressed.

Nina Walsh recalled what Jay Keane had said—that Aiden Sinclair later took all the blame for the leak himself.

"I saw them on the desk just yesterday. Where did they go? Please wait a moment, Ma’am. Let me check the bookshelf..."

Mrs. Lane scanned the bookshelf and finally found a whole shelf full of parenting books on a small rack next to the desk.

"Honestly, the Young Master... We have a nutritionist and doctors in the house, but he’s still worried, burying his nose in so many books."

Amidst the pile of parenting books, Nina Walsh’s gaze was drawn to a worn-looking album. She pulled it out.

It was an old photo album. Most of the pictures inside were of landscapes: treetops at sunset, flowers in spring, a flock of birds in flight...

"Ma’am, this is the Young Master’s photo album." Seeing it, Mrs. Lane came over and explained, "You might not know this, Ma’am, but the Young Master loved photography when he was a child. The photos he took were always so artistic. But his mother thought it was a waste of time and confiscated his camera."

Mrs. Lane’s tone was full of regret.

Aiden Sinclair’s photos, whether of a small flower or a single cloud, were all imbued with a sense of gentle tranquility. Nina Walsh found herself admiring them without realizing it.

When she flipped to the last page of the album, she found a group photo—an eight-or-nine-year-old Aiden Sinclair sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the grass with another boy. Aiden was holding a small white puppy, the corners of his mouth turned up to reveal pearly white teeth in a look of pure innocence.