She truly felt sorry for them!

“What's on your mind?” Jonathan only needed to look at his daughter's guilt-stricken face to know what she was thinking. After sighing inwardly, he flicked her on the forehead.

Joyce held her forehead, which was stinging with pain. “Dad, why did you do that?”

“To remind you not to overthink,” was her father's response.

Joyce bit her lip. “I did no such thing.”

“Why did you space out just now if you didn't? All right, go on and tie the bandage.” Jonathan pointed at the bandage and changed the subject.

Joyce hummed in response before picking up the unopened bandage, unwrapping it, and cutting it into small strips with scissors.

She did not require Stanley's guidance for the next step since it was simply wrapping the bandage.

Stanley merely sat quietly on the hospital bed and observed with his gaze lowered, seemingly in deep thought.


After a while, when Joyce was done bandaging her father's wound and packing up the first-aid kit, Jonathan stood up and walked toward Stanley. Upon reaching the hospital bed, he stared at the younger man icily.

Stanley also looked up and met his gaze calmly.

Jonathan was surprised to find that this time, there was no hatred in the other man's eyes.

After all, he was fully aware of the younger man's intense hatred for his family. Every time they met, he would always give any member of the Rivers family a look of pure hatred as though he wanted them all dead.

However, he did not see the previous hatred in Stanley's eyes, not even anger, only an ocean of calm as if the Rivers family weren't his so-called enemies, but strangers who had nothing to do with him.

However, he did not see the previous hatred in Stanley's eyes, not even anger, only an ocean of calm as if the Rivers family weren't his so-called enemies, but strangers who had nothing to do with him.

What's going on?

Jonathan stared at Stanley for a while. Despite wondering why the latter had suddenly lost his hatred for the Rivers family, he had no intention of voicing out his curiosity.

From his perspective, although Stanley no longer looked at them with hatred in his eyes, he must still harbor that sentiment.

There was no point in him asking that question.

“You brat!” Jonathan uttered grimly. “Don't expect me to thank you for teaching Joyce how to dress my wound just now.”

Stanley looked up and replied flatly, “I didn't expect you to thank me either, Sir.”

Sir?

The formal address shocked Jonathan once more.

“You...” He stared incredulously at Stanley, and it was a long while before he spoke again. “You don't have a fever, do you?”
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