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

I've watched you grow up. Don't be so heartless. Your father-in-law and your dad have already beaten

the four families to attack the Winters Family, were you heartless? If it weren't for Theodore, do

you're suspected of commercial collusion and conspiracy to escape

"Sebastian, I'm Joyce's father, your father-in-law. Is

father-in-law is Benjamin, not you, and never will

taken away, and the

looking serious. "He hurt Joyce. I can't just sit by. I'm

"I won't blame you. This

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

lay on the bed, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, only able to make humming sounds. He turned to Joyce, his voice gentle. "I saved her. I want her

think the last person she

into the ward

was refusing her medicine, her mouth tightly shut. When Joyce appeared,

of recovery, walked to her

the bed, trying to hit Joyce, but her arms and legs were numb. She cried out in desperation, tears soaking

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