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 him a

hypothermia. It will take time to

cup

almost choking. The sudden warmth made his whole body tremble violently. Wrapped

Joyce felt compassion.

him, we can't just ignore him. After all, he's being chased by someone and has amnesia. He doesn't know who wants to harm him, and that's the most dangerous thing. If we rashly send him back to

knowing Joyce's kind-hearted

He pulled her aside.

saints, we can't save everyone. I know you're kind, but kindness is not a cheap virtue. Besides, how do you know if what he's saying is true or false? What if he's deceiving us or has ulterior motives, pretending to have amnesia? What if we

go fishing was impromptu. Plus, who would know our whereabouts? How could someone manage to be conveniently encountered by us?

been overly cautious, mainly because of our past experiences. I've been thinking deeply, and it's for

down at Joyce's

with trivial matters with your due date approaching. Let's leave it to the police to handle

her lip, hesitating. Luther

moment, Munin, sitting on the ground, sneakily glanced at Joyce,

voluntarily, "You don't have to feel obligated. Hand me over to the police. I should have died, but you saved me today. I'm

that said, he weakly supported his frail body and stood up crookedly, bowing deeply in

glimpse of the child in Joyce's womb, he placed a hand on his waist

wish for all your desires to come true and for everything to go smoothly. After we reach the shore, let us

momentarily at a loss

and fell heavily with a loud thud. The cup in his hand spilled all

exclaimed, "What