Within half an half, she arrived at the hospital.

Holding Connor, Natalie entered and called out, “Stanley!”

“Nat, you're here.” Stanley was sipping water through a straw. When he heard her voice, he struggled to look up and gave her a weak smile.

Natalie hummed in reply, walked over to him, and put Connor down. Then, she observed Stanley with concern. “How are you feeling?”

Connor looked at him as well.

Stanley shook his head, smiling bitterly. “Not too good. Now, I finally understand how patients feel when they lie in bed unable to move an inch.”

Joyce put the cup of water aside. “Stanley, don't move too much lest you put a strain on the wounds.”

“No.” Stanley replied faintly. His attitude towards her and the attitude towards Natalie were completely two extremes.

Joyce's countenance froze for a moment. The expression in her eyes sank and she kept quiet.

Observing this situation, Natalie felt apologetic. Her lips moved. “As a matter of fact...”

something.” After speaking, Joyce picked up her bag, lowered

her hand to stop her but was stopped by Stanley,

play by himself. She looked at Stanley oddly, “I don't understand, why are you so inconsiderate to

the three of them, Joyce and Stanley had been friends the longest but she did not know how long they had

had met them five years ago. At that time, Stanley's attitude towards Joyce was not so cold. It only became

reflected light so she could not see his expression on hearing

few moments, he smiled plainly. “Nat, this is between the Rivers and the Quinns, so it's better

widened in

had thought that it was

her not to pry

I understand.”

glasses and rubbed his eyes, “By the way, Nat, I heard

Natalie was startled when she heard

he squinted. “Did Mr. Shane mention anything? Did he talk about the reason

the brakes failed which caused

that she really didn't know, and opened his eyes. “No, maybe Joyce

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