You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2059: The First Time Someone Takes Care of Me

Joyce never expected that Rohomes was currently at the critical moment of power transition. Clint brought her to Rohomes, but what was he planning to do? She had heard before that the succession dispute in Rohomes was intense, and Clint's position as the crown prince was not stable. However, in reality, Clint held the majority of power, and if the emperor were to pass away... if he didn't leave the throne to Clint...

Joyce took a sharp breath.

Clint was cunning and would never give up easily. Rohomes would definitely fall into internal conflict.

No wonder she saw Watanabe repeatedly whispering to Clint today. It turned out that something big had happened in the royal family. Even the media couldn't hide it anymore, as news about the emperor's critical condition leaked out. The situation must have reached a critical point. It was likely that a change would happen in just a few days.

She browsed through some internal network news that she could access, but they were all official statements with nothing new or interesting.

Now, all she could do was try to remember the phone number of Kane's branch company in Rohomes. But the more she rushed, the harder it became for her to recall. She tried several numbers, but none of them were correct.

After a while, Joyce stood up.

It was pointless to continue wasting time like this. She needed to move around and relax herself.

Opening the door, Joyce walked downstairs quickly. When she reached the living room, she found Clint sitting on the sofa, leisurely looking at his phone as if he had nothing to do with the world even if it collapsed.

Hearing Joyce coming downstairs, he looked up. "You came down so quickly?"

"Heh." Joyce sneered. "You blocked all external communication, so I couldn't contact anyone. What can I do? I can only come down and continue wandering around."

"If you have any needs, you can contact me," Clint said casually. "As for others, it doesn't matter if you don't contact them."

Joyce cursed silently in her heart. It didn't matter to him, but it mattered to others.

"Speaking of contact information, I don't even have your contact number now. Give me your number," Joyce handed him her phone. "Enter your number here, and also give me Watanabe's number in case I can't reach you and have urgent matters."

Clint glanced at Joyce again before taking her phone and entering his own number and Watanabe's number. Then he handed it back to Joyce.

"Can I go out? This place seems nice, in the city center. There are various high-end shops within walking distance. If I'm bored, I can go shopping," Joyce sat down opposite Clint.

"Not for now. Maybe later, wait a few more days," Clint picked up the teacup in front of him. Inside the white porcelain cup was green tea, which he sipped lightly.

Wait a few days? Joyce thought to herself. Could it be that he was waiting for the emperor's passing? Waiting for the result of the succession before letting her leave?

Clint seemed to remember something as he took out a small envelope from his pocket and handed it to Joyce. "This is for you."

Curiously, Joyce took it and asked, "What is this?"

"Open it and you'll see," Clint drank another sip of tea.

the envelope and found a black credit card inside with a golden chrysanthemum emblem printed on

card?" she

the credit card. "Surprised?

know if he held a grudge or remembered

like this. I will treasure the card you gave me forever," Clint smiled faintly with a hint of tenderness in his eyes. "You were unknown at that time, penniless. I didn't mean anything else by giving you a job and a place to stay, as well as a card. How could you interpret it as me taking care of you?" Joyce

gave me a place to stay, and gave me a card. How else am I supposed to interpret it?"

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was the reason why he went through so much trouble to

use do I have for a credit card? I can't even leave this villa. You won't let me go out but give me a card just to mock me?" Joyce threw the credit card on the table. "I don't need it."

'soon'? Clint, I saw the news about the emperor being critically ill. Why are you so calm

not a secret; since even the media reported it, they did so with my permission." "Why aren't you at the hospital with him?" Joyce was confused; wasn't this supposed to be the most critical

face suddenly turned cold as he involuntarily clenched

he at the hospital

else was there day and night

no one else

obtain information

Rohomes' Palace Hall.

the sofa with a cup of green tea in his hand. He felt restless and unconsciously took a sip and then another sip until there

this and couldn't help but remind him, "Your Highness, shall I pour some

did he realize that he had

the coffee table

Your Highness," Grizela respectfully retreated to

into an extremely delicate state now-everyone feared making mistakes

Minamoto was an elder in Rohomes' Palace Hall and currently feeling anxious as he paced back and forth in the

you stop pacing around? You're making

late; do you still have time for tea?" Hajime raised an

tea either; he had just come out from his father's place

to inherit the throne. But he really didn't want it; all he wanted was

to contribute something valuable to his father, Reuben managed to bring his mother out

her mother, she hadn't aged much according to Reuben's impression; she still had that gentle appearance he remembered from before but with a touch of weariness in her eyes after being isolated from society for such a long time-she became quieter and hardly spoke anymore as if she had grown indifferent towards worldly conflicts-everything no longer mattered to her. Finally taking a

chances to see her since she stayed by their father's side most of the

But what about afterwards?

intended to take on the throne himself; however, everything seemed to push him forward due to current circumstances. Hajime supported him-a veteran member of Rohomes' Palace Hall-and most members

was his

he felt annoyed and

nothing more than taking his mother back secretly to Khebury without ever stepping foot into Rohomes again. But he also had responsibilities towards those who trusted him; otherwise where would they go? As for his political enemies-Clint wouldn't let them off easily

choices-unable

communication methods meant that all

Joyce and others were doing recently after taking away those electromagnetic pulse design drawings-what kind of impact did

revealed any details

those drawings leak out-he only wanted