Chapter 253 Welcome Home

Everyone turned towards the door at the sound.

Darren, with a splint on his thigh, sat in a wheelchair. His hair was grayer, and his face was etched with more wrinkles. He looked at Joyce with guilt in his eyes.

Theodore rushed over to block him. "Joyce doesn't have a father like you. Go back to your illegitimate daughter."

Darren didn't get angry. He pleaded, "I just want to see Joyce. It doesn't matter if she acknowledges me."

"You want to see if she's dead yet? If it weren't for Isabella, would she have suffered so much? She'd be dead, and so would her baby, if she hadn't been smart enough to escape!" "Theodore, I know I was wrong. I didn't expect Isabella to do that. It's my fault. Please, just let me see her. Let me apologize."

A cold voice interrupted. "No need. There's nothing to say. Remember, Mr. Vale, I only have one father, Benjamin."

Darren looked at her cold, proud face, so much like Connie's. "Joyce, I'm sorry. I'll give you everything I own, just please, don't hate me. Give me a chance to atone for my mistakes."

Sebastian pulled Joyce into his arms. "Mr. Vale, if Joyce had been burned to death by Isabella, do you think your property could bring her back? She was tied up, beaten, and almost burned to death. Do you think a simple apology can erase that?"

"If it weren't for your cooperation, Isabella wouldn't have escaped from prison and harmed Joyce, almost making her lose her child."

you who started

grabbed Sebastian's hand. "Sebastian, I've watched you grow up. Don't be so

were you heartless? If it weren't for Theodore, do you think you'd still be standing

warrant. "Darren, you're suspected of commercial collusion and conspiracy to escape from prison. Come with

looked at Sebastian in disbelief. "Sebastian, I'm Joyce's father, your father-in-law.

never will be." Sebastian signaled to

and the room calmed

"He hurt

"I won't blame

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to Sebastian. "Mr. Winters, Isabella is refusing treatment. She won't eat or drink, and she keeps saying she wants

bed, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, only able to make humming sounds.

was indifferent. "Let's go in. I think the last

into

her mouth tightly shut. When Joyce appeared, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she made hoarse growling

of recovery, walked to her

to hit Joyce, but her arms and legs were numb. She cried

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