You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1933: Kindness is not a Cheap Virtue

Joyce was the closest to Munin when a man named Munin suddenly grabbed her arm. "No, I can't go back. I will die, I will die for sure!"

Luther, feeling nervous, quickly moved to protect Joyce.

Joyce gently shook her head. "It's okay, he can't hurt me."

Joyce tried to comfort Munin. "Don't get worked up. First, I want to confirm, have you lost your memory? You can't remember who you are, but you remember someone wanting to kill you?"

Munin held his head with his other hand and said, "My head hurts, there are fragments fighting in my mind. I really can't remember who I am. Munin? That person just now said my name is Munin, right? Munin?"

He struggled to remember, but couldn't.

"I don't know, I really don't know what my name is. But there are a few fragments that keep repeating in my mind. Someone wants to harm me, they, they pushed me into the sea. They had guns, no, I can't remember!"

He was in great pain, released Joyce, and held his head with both hands.

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At this moment, a lifeguard said, "Based on our experience, we believe he fell into the sea last night. Luckily, he held onto a floating object and managed to survive until now. According to the distance and wind speed, it is entirely possible for him to drift from the international waters near Country W to here."

"You mean someone tried to kill him on the high seas. He was lucky to drift here and be discovered by us?" Luther asked.

"Yes, that's my initial suspicion. We can involve the maritime police for a detailed investigation," the lifeguard replied.

that moment, another lifeguard brought a thin blanket and covered Munin. They also handed

for now, drink some hot water. You're showing signs of hypothermia. It will take time to reach the shore, so you need to stay warm,"

took the cup and

slowly, almost choking. The

Joyce felt compassion.

He doesn't know who wants to harm him, and that's the most dangerous thing. If we rashly send him back to Country W, it's no different from killing him. If we hand him over completely to the police, what if they find him through special channels? He won't escape death either. We

frowned, knowing Joyce's kind-hearted

He pulled her aside.

us or has ulterior motives, pretending to have amnesia? What if we fall into a trap? Think about it, why is it so coincidental? He appears in

you been under too much stress recently? I think your deduction is unfounded. First of all, our decision to go fishing was impromptu. Plus, who would know our whereabouts? How could someone

"You have a point. I have been overly cautious, mainly because of our past experiences. I've been thinking deeply, and it's

at

with trivial matters with your due date

lip, hesitating.

sneakily glanced at Joyce, his gaze

feel obligated. Hand me over to the police. I should have died, but you saved me today.

supported his frail body and stood up crookedly, bowing deeply in

Joyce's womb, he placed a hand on his waist and revealed a pale

for all

opened her mouth, momentarily

fell heavily with a loud

exclaimed, "What