To Be Yours Again by Taylor

Chapter 52 I No Longer Have a Father

Jenny didn’t mind it at all. Once the man left, she asked Joey, “How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable?”

“I’m… I’m fine,” he said, giving her a feeble smile. His face flushed slightly.

When facing his father, he could be cold, but with Jenny, he felt a little embarrassed.

“Tell me if there are any problems. I’m the doctor in charge of you,” she said.

Joey nodded. He was then reminded of something and instantly looked upset. “I… I don’t have the money to pay for the medical bills.”

He had heard that the doctor before him was famous, and that the surgery would not come cheap. He was just a child. There was no way he could afford it.

Mr. Little had said those things because he knew Joey had no money-he had no means to pay for his education and livelihood, let alone the hospital. He expected Joey to come begging.

“It’s okay. The hospital has medical aid. You don’t have to worry about it. Just lie back and rest.” Jenny’s heart couldn’t help aching when she saw him like this. Although she had no parents, she was far more

he

you feel?” she asked. She was worried that Mr. Little had gotten into his head. If Karen got out, she might attempt to harm him again, and he might not survive.

gaze dimmed. “I will tell the

meant that he would not let her go. “And your father…” She was still a little

couldn’t help smiling when he spoke, but there was pain behind

hurting. “Rest well, Joey. You can ask for me if you run into any problems.”

he

sixteen were supposed to be carefree, but he had to deal with all this. The more

and stop him from getting in the way of Joey’s recovery. Then, she called Zack, telling him to investigate Karen White. She reasoned someone as vile as Karen must have done awful things in the past.

Faust Group, the employees were feeling the dreariness of the day.

understood that he was in a bad mood today, and they steered clear of his

not wish to get in his way, but as the

you requested.” Vincent slid the report over

muttered a reply, busying

gritted his teeth at the sight.