Arya’s hands moved to clasp her lips, what she held was both shocking and surprising. Her gaze couldn’t help darting at Nicklaus’s peaceful face. Ever since the incident, she was inclined to bring up Aiden but she couldn’t muster the courage and avoided the topics like the plague. She’d often help him dress his wound while he slept on the drugs and when he was awake she was gone, leaving the maids to prepare and deliver the meals.This was about the time when she usually dressed his wound but something else stole her attention. In her hands were photos of her and Aiden, they were taken when she lived with Aiden, it appeared to be dated back to that day at the hospital. The pictures were only taken from one location. ‘The balcony’It must’ve been taken by a drone or something of that kind, her thoughts were in shambles, he knew about Aiden since?But why didn’t he do anything? Nothing made sense to her anymore. Hours passed after this discovery and Arya stayed seated in his r