CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Aware that her clumsiness was draining him, Joyce, with an awkward blush spread across her face, said softly, “Sorry.”

Stanley simply replied, “Why aren't you breaking it? Do you need me to do it?”

“No, no. I can do it.” Joyce nodded continuously while she tried to break the ampoule.

Jonathan looked at Stanley and snorted in displeasure. “Do you have to be so fierce? Joyce is not a doctor. You can't expect her to know everything.”

Stanley turned his head away, ignoring Jonathan.

He knew Jonathan well. The man would start chattering away whenever he was in a good mood. When he was upset with someone, he would also nag nonstop while making cutting retorts.

As Stanley was a reserved man who was not good with words, he could not help but feel frustrated when faced with Jonathan's verbal attacks.

Given his understanding of Jonathan's personality, he knew that remaining silent was the best option if he did not want the man to continue admonishing him.

Indeed, soon, Jonathan started to feel exasperated, seeing that Stanley was ignoring him. However, he chose not to say anything about it and kept quiet instead.

Across them, Joyce was still trying to open the ampoule.

Despite using all her might, she was still unable to do it.

Just as Jonathan was about to offer his help after noticing that his daughter was struggling, Stanley said in a gentler tone, “There's a pair of scissors next to you. Use the blade and make a cut on the neck of the ampoule. That would make it easier for you to break it.”

Joyce's eyes lit up at that suggestion. She slapped her forehead and replied, “Why didn't I think of that? Mr. Quinn, thanks for reminding me.”

Joyce's eyes lit up at that suggestion. She slapped her forehead and replied, “Why didn't I think of that? Mr. Quinn, thanks for reminding me.”

After saying that, she picked up the scissors and started cutting the neck of the bottle as Stanley had proposed.

As the blade of the scissors was very sharp, it did not take long before Joyce managed to make a dent in the middle of the ampoule.

She put down the scissors and tried to break it again. This time, she succeeded with ease.

She smiled at Stanley and held up the cap of the ampoule. “Mr. Quinn, look. I did it!”

When Stanley saw her bright smile, his eyes dimmed. He then hummed an acknowledgment impassively.

Jonathan let out a cold snort and said, “Joyce, why did you bother showing off to him? He's not interested at all.”

Joyce replied with a smile, “All right, Dad. I'm not trying to show off. I just wanted to let him know that I have succeeded with his advice.”

“Is that a big deal? There's more than one method to open that ampoule. Even without his help, you would have eventually figured out a way to do it. There's no need to show it to him,” Jonathan said coldly while shooting a glance at Stanley.

Joyce chuckled and said, “That's enough, Dad. Give me your hand. I'll disinfect your wound now.”

Jonathan stretched out his hand obediently, placing it on the table in front of him.

Joyce dipped a cotton bud into the aqueous iodine and gently applied the solution to her father's wound.