Fired her.

When Aria wheeled Vinson's chair into the dining room, she smelled the scent of her favourite dishes. As she dropped her eyes to the table, she found that the breakfast included beef on top of the rice was cut neatly and covered in oil. Seeing such an enticing bowl of beef in the morning greatly boosted her appetite.

Aria was hungry already. Smelling her favourite kind of dishes, she now felt even more hungry and even heard her belly rumbling.

Sophia, who worked in the kitchen, was responsible for s breakfast, so Aria could finally rest for a while at this time.

Vinson threw a sideways glance at her, then coldly quirked up the corners of his lips and said, "Sophia, your culinary skills are a lot worse than before. I lost my appetite the moment I saw this."

From the corner of his eyes, he cast a glance at Aria sitting in front of him and found that she was eating like a prisoner. She had a very good appetite and was eating happily indeed.

"She's so unpleasant to look at,"' he complained silently to himself. When he was in a bad mood, he didn't like the look of anyone he saw.

Suddenly, the sound of a car was heard from the backyard and followed by the clicks of high heels.

"What brings you here?." Vinson's mouth dropped at the sight of that woman.

"I'm your mother. Watch your attitude." The woman set down her small black purse on the couch and then walked toward the dining room.

"Vinson, are you feeling better?." Her sister, Elle, who came together with his mother asked with concern.

"Do look like I'm feeling better to you?." Vinson snapped. He frowned and crooked his finger toward Aria and said, "Help me."

The man froze. "I told you not to lift me. Do you have a death wish?." Vinson yelled. He hadn't recovered from the injuries, but he was still tall and muscular. Yet, this woman had lifted him easily.

"Mr Hart, We carers often need to take care of patients like you, and sometimes we have to do the heavy lifting. After practising a couple of times, my strength naturally grows, but you are very sturdy. I strained every muscle to lift you just now." Aria spoke kindly.

Vinson looked at her sullenly and said with a frosty voice, "I don't need you to lift me; just help me up. Don't make me repeat my words."

"Vinson, I know you feel bad being stuck in this wheelchair, but you can't vent all your anger towards other people?" Elle frowned.

Mother Josie glanced at Aria. Pausing shortly, she said to Sophia, "Is she Vinson's new carer?."

"Yes, Ma'am" Sophia replied.

"I'm sorry, my son doesn't know how to be nice. It's my fault, I failed to educate him properly. Being a carer is an exhausting job." Mother Josie said. "Tell me, what's your name? How old are you?" Mother Josie added.

"My name is Aria Wesley and I'm twenty-three years old."

"Two...Twenty-Three" Mother Josie's voice tailed off,

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In Vinson's bedroom

"She is too young. Hired another carer." Mother Josie asserted.

"I will take care of my business. Don't interfere Mom!" Vinson pulled a long face.

"Vinson, She is a young girl and you are....." Mother Josie rubbed her chin in frustration.

"Mom…" Vinson glared at his mom sullenly and said, "This is my affairs. can you stay out of this? I will hire and fire her whenever I want."

"Alright, I'm your mom, and I'm the boss of this house unless you don't want me to be your mother anymore." Mother Josie was disappointed in his son.

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Aria is in front of the widescreen computer, with her hair tied into a mess sitting down on the swivelling chair.

Aria stood up from her chair and shot her fist into the air. "Yes!". At that moment an alarm rang. She was furious and the expression on her pretty face shows it.

At ten O'clock, Aria came upstairs. "What do you need, Mr Hart?" She asked politely.

"Make some tea," Vinson ordered.

Aria was turning back to refill the mug, but a buzzing noise in her head makes her feet and stumbled over a chair, almost falling to the ground.

The piercing sound drew Vinson's and Steve's attention.

"Why are you so careless?." Vinson uttered.

"I'm… I'm sorry," Aria apologized. She hurriedly squatted down to tidy up the scattered pieces on the floor.

"Stop."

Vinson approached her in his wheelchair and grabbed ahold of her bleeding finger.

Steve grabbed some paper and found a bandage.

Vinson wiped off the traces of blood on her finger and wrapped up the wound with a bandage.

"Steve, Take her to the hospital." Vinson frowned and threw a look at Steve.

"No need. I am fine. Thank you, Mr Hart." Aria pulled her hand back.

Steve scratched his head weirdly. His Boss was way too concerned, wasn't he?

"Aria, You look pale. Go and take a rest." Steve said.

"No. I am alright. I will make another tea right away." Aria said.

Vinson threw a cold look at her. "Don't be so stubborn. I can't take responsibility if you die in my house."