She took a deep breath before looking at Stanley. “You want me to take care of you, right? Got it. I'll do it.”

“Joyce!” Jonathan looked at his daughter in shock.

Joyce smiled at him, “It's okay, Dad. He's right. Since we beat him up like that, we must take responsibility for our actions. Besides, he agreed not to call the police and also agreed to let me keep the child, so we should do something. It doesn't matter if I'm going to be a maid. I'll accept it.”

“But I'm scared that he'll deliberately give you some tedious work, torture you, and make you abort the child,” Jonathan said with a frown.

That was what worried him the most.

“I know you're worried, Dad, but we should try to trust him once, shouldn't we?” she replied while looking at Stanley. “Mr. Quinn, may I ask if I'll be taking care of you starting tomorrow or now?”

“What do you think?” The latter gave her a profound stare.


Joyce lowered her eyes. “Got it. I'll start right away. Dad...” She turned around and faced her father. “Help me get a visitors' room in the hospital. I'll stay there tonight. Go back and tell Mom not to worry about me.”

“Joyce...” Jonathan frowned when he saw her comply with Stanley's demand. He wanted to dissuade her but was at a loss for words when he saw how serious she looked.

In the end, he sighed and nodded in agreement. “Okay. I'll book you a room in a bit.” After saying that, he shot Stanley a fierce glare again. “You'd better not go against your word and torture Joyce. If something happens to her, I'll kill you even if I have to risk my life to do so.”

Stanley pursed his lips and said nothing.

Jonathan did not necessarily need to hear his promise. After glancing at Joyce, he turned around and left to book the visitors' room.

With that, only Joyce and Stanley were left in the ward.

It was not that she had not been alone with Stanley for the past two days, but that was when he was still unconscious, so she did not feel any different.

However, now that he had woken up and she was in the same room as him, she felt somewhat uncomfortable.

I don't know how to get along with him. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to do. In short, it feels weird all over.

In the end, Joyce took a deep breath before taking her cell phone out of her pocket. She looked at the man lying on the bed and forced a smile. “Um... Mr. Quinn, can I make a phone call? I'll be right back. I won't leave.”

Stanley's gaze fell on her cell phone. “Who are you calling?”
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