Chapter 252 Joyce Acknowledges His Kin

Upon hearing Joyce's voice, Beatrice, who was on the brink of death, suddenly had a heartbeat. Isaac immediately said, "She responded to it. Say a few more words to her."

Looking at Beatrice's pale face, Joyce lay on her chest, heartbroken. The truth of her parentage, a truth she had resisted for so long, now felt impossible to deny, especially in the face of Beatrice's unconditional love.

Beatrice had known for a long time that Joyce was her granddaughter, fearing that revealing it would jeopardize Joyce's fragile pregnancy.

Losing her daughter in middle age was a huge blow to Beatrice. In her old age, facing her biological granddaughter, she didn't dare to acknowledge her. Recalling the interactions between them, her cautiousness made Joyce very sad. Joyce lay on Beatrice's chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Grandma, it's Joyce. I'm your beloved Connie's daughter. Please wake up, okay?"

This sentence made everyone present unable to hold back their tears. Whether it was Theodore or others in the Taylor Family, they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Alissa, wiping her tears, excitedly looked at Theodore. "Theodore, Joyce admitted it. She is willing to accept us."

Alissa was so excited she didn't know what to do. Tears also streamed down Theodore's cheeks at that moment. He tightly held the keepsake Connie left him and murmured softly, "Mom, I found my sister. Did you hear that? We will take good care of her."

He walked to the bedside, holding Beatrice's hand, and said, "Grandma, did you hear that? Joyce accepted us. Please get better soon, and we'll bring her home."

Alissa also walked over, crying, "Grandma, haven't you always been hoping for Joyce to come home? Now she knows the truth. Please wake up soon. We need to hold a grand party so everyone knows she is your granddaughter." Hearing these words, the heartbeat on Beatrice's heart monitor finally showed some fluctuation.

Beatrice slowly opened her eyes, tears hanging at the corners. She slowly turned her head to look at Joyce. She reached out and gently stroked Joyce's cheek, her voice hoarse. "Joyce, is it really you? Have you really come back?" Joyce nodded repeatedly. "Grandma, yes. My child and I are fine. Please get better soon. I want to eat your roast beef and pancakes."

"You are just like your mother. When she was pregnant with you and your

her impression of a mother was Angie, who always brought her harm. She didn't know what her

lowered her eyelids and said softly, "Was she a good person? Did

weak. "Connie loved you and Theodore very much. She made many little clothes for you by hand. She said she wanted you to be the most

wanted you to feel the spotlight while still in her belly, to nurture you into the brightest star in the

she knew you were going to be a mother now, she would be very happy." Beatrice's

to describe her feelings at that moment. There

heartache for Beatrice losing Connie and for Connie losing her life so young. She held Beatrice's hand, her tearful eyes looking at her. "Grandma, when you get out of the hospital, let's go visit her. Together." Hearing this, Beatrice's lips trembled with excitement. "Joyce, my darling, does this mean you're willing to accept

"My dad always said there's no such thing as

always be Benjamin. We won't compete with him for you, just

to Benjamin in words. He had raised Joyce for over twenty

at Joyce, his eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement. "Joyce, I'm your brother. Can you

voice came from behind him. "Alright, Joyce's body hasn't recovered yet, and your grandma has woken up. Let her

Sebastian shielded Joyce behind him, making it impossible for Theodore to see

his teeth in anger. "Sebastian, just wait. You'll be begging for my

indifferently. "Don't worry, that day will never

he was about to take Joyce away. At that moment, the door to the ward

wife, Riley Taylor, hurried in, looking at Alissa and asking, "How is

"Joyce came, and now

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