Hence, she feared that his words would have an even greater impact on her emotions the more he spoke.

After all, she was aware of how strong her past feelings for him were and recognized that she was highly susceptible to being swayed into falling in love with him again.

The probability of that happening was very high.

Therefore, she was determined not to listen to anything he had to say, whether it was true or false. She knew that prolonged exposure to his words could make her vulnerable to his influence and ultimately lead her into a trap.

Regardless of why he wanted to say such things to the person on the other end of the phone, it was fine as long as he didn't target her parents.

Other matters should be left to fate.

Nothing mattered to her now.

“What are you thinking about?” Stanley squinted his eyes and asked Joyce when he noticed her staring off into space absent-mindedly.

The woman shook her head. “Nothing. I wasn't thinking about anything. I'm going to boil some water.”

After speaking, she took the kettle and walked back to the kitchen.


Stanley watched her retreating figure and didn't call her back this time.

Ten minutes later, Joyce came out of the kitchen with the kettle and poured him a glass of water. She came to his bedside and said, “Mr. Quinn, have some water.”

Stanley hummed in acknowledgment and took the glass.

After Joyce let go of the glass, she suddenly remembered something and asked, “By the way, Mr. Quinn, who cleaned up the broken glass at the entrance?”

“The nurse,” he murmured while drinking water.

“Oh, I see.” Joyce nodded.

Well, who else in the hospital would clean up the place besides the nurses? He didn't hire any caretaker to take care of him so that I would do all the work, so it could have only been the nurses.

With that in mind, Joyce prepared to retrieve his medicine so that he could take it later.

However, just as she turned around, a sudden churn in her stomach and a rush of nausea overtook her.

Her expression froze as she quickly covered her mouth, retching.

Stanley noticed her reaction and immediately put down his glass of water to check on her. “What's wrong?”

Her complexion had paled, and her eyes had a slight hint of dampness, clearly indicating that she was in a lot of discomfort.

Joyce shook her head and didn't answer him. Instead, she headed straight for the bathroom.

Soon, Stanley heard the sound of dry heaving coming from the bathroom.

It sounded as if she was going to vomit out her internal organs.

At first, the man didn't understand why she suddenly vomited.

After all, she wasn't sick, nor did she have a cold.
The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255