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.

and found a black credit card inside with a golden chrysanthemum

credit card?" she asked

you like," Clint pointed at the credit card. "Surprised? Back when you were in Khebury, you gave me a credit card too." Joyce remained

he held

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

for me, gave me a place to stay, and gave me a card. How else am

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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

soon?" Joyce tested him. "How long is 'soon'? Clint, I saw the news about the emperor being critically ill. Why are you so

his teacup. "Yes, as you've seen, my father's end is near; it will happen in these few days. It's 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

handsome face suddenly turned cold as he involuntarily

he at

someone else was there day and

had ordered that no one else

could only obtain information through other

Rohomes' Palace Hall.

tea in his hand. He felt restless and unconsciously took a sip and then another sip until there was no more tea left in his cup. Yet he continued raising his cup

him, "Your Highness, shall I pour some tea

did he realize that he

the coffee table and said dismissively,

Grizela respectfully retreated to

making mistakes because one wrong step could lead them straight into

currently feeling anxious as

you stop pacing around? You're making me dizzy," Reuben

do you still have time for

had just come out from his father's place and needed a moment to catch his breath. Hajime let out

But he really didn't want it; all he wanted was to reunite with his

them as an excuse to contribute something valuable to his father, Reuben managed to bring his mother

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

see her since

But what about afterwards?

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 supported him

then there was his mother-who would protect

moment, he felt annoyed and tired

filled with turmoil; there was an impulse inside him wanting nothing more than taking his mother back secretly to Khebury without ever stepping foot into Rohomes

between two choices-unable

between Rohomes' Palace Hall and hospitals due to changing communication methods meant that all contact with Khebury had been cut off

and others were doing recently after taking away those electromagnetic pulse design

any details about those

promised Joyce that he would handle everything properly-not letting those drawings