You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2047: The Ultimate Test of Extremes

Joyce spent an entire day idling in the Imperial Villa, unable to come up with any good ideas. She could only lie down and sleep.

She still hadn't figured out how Clint had managed to get her from South Island to here. South Island was heavily guarded. How did he do it? She had to admit, he was quite capable.

She knew Clint would never tell her the reason. But she now suspected it had something to do with Elsa. Perhaps Elsa was just a decoy, and there was another plan behind her arrival on the island. Other than that timing, she couldn't think of any other way someone could have infiltrated the island.

She was very worried about Luther, Anderson, Iris, Wilson, Cullen, and Cecelia.

For Luther, he had lost her once before and still suffered from that trauma. And her mother had been separated from her for over twenty years. They must be going crazy with worry. It was her fault for making them endure such pain again.

She desperately wanted to let them know she was safe. But she had no way to contact the outside world.

All she could do was wait anxiously.

Since she couldn't think of a solution, she decided to sleep. She slept from afternoon till evening, woke up to eat something, then went back to sleep until dawn, trying to regain all her energy and strength. In the morning, Joyce was awakened by a commotion. She sat up in bed and faintly heard screams but didn't know what was happening.

She quickly got dressed, washed up briefly without even combing her hair, and rushed out of the Imperial Villa.

Following the direction of the screams, she finally reached the source of the noise.

with an open space in front of it. Several people stood with their backs turned, heads lowered. Behind them, a man wielded a long whip, striking them harshly. Looking closer, she saw Clint sitting leisurely in a

gently brushed away the tea foam, and took

they seemed

She hurried forward and quickly walked up to Clint's side.

gate yesterday, including the head guard who was being beaten the worst.

of the East Palace. Twenty lashes for each person, fifty for the head guard. For such a serious mistake, how could kneeling for one day be enough? You're too naive." "You're too cruel," Joyce retorted bluntly. "Clint, you're doing this for my benefit, aren't you? You

angrily threw the teacup in

hit the wrist of the man wielding the whip. He cried out in pain as

had always been skilled with darts; her throwing accuracy

clapped lightly. "Impressive-throwing with bare hands and hitting every target precisely. As expected of a famous sharpshooter. Seeing

looked at Joyce with his long eyes filled with amusement and a glint of

Joyce felt uneasy about his gaze; it usually meant he had

to East Palace rules, sparing their lives is already lenient. Since you want them spared from

knew he wasn't up to any good. Getting acquainted with someone and getting deeply involved were two different things. Now she slowly understood

pointed at the guards ahead. "You're good at shooting; let them stand in a row with fruits on their heads. If you hit the fruits, they can avoid punishment. How about that?" Joyce squinted her eyes; this was playing with people's lives! If she missed even slightly, she'd hit their heads instead of the fruits-this could

started because of you," Clint said as he walked up to Joyce and lifted her chin with his long fingers, examining her closely like an object on

not

ever was sending her to a hospital when she was about to give