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.

card inside with a golden chrysanthemum emblem printed on

credit card?" she asked

This card has no spending limit; you can use it however you like," Clint pointed at the credit card. "Surprised? Back when you

know if he held a grudge or

it. You're the first person willing to take care of me 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

gave me a card.

to access chapters of novels early and

it be that this was the reason why

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." "Not

about the emperor being critically ill. Why are you so

down 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

face suddenly turned cold

at the hospital with

there day and night by his

father had ordered that no one

could only obtain information

Rohomes' Palace Hall.

his hand. He felt restless and unconsciously took a sip and then another sip until there was no

remind him, "Your Highness,

to reality and looked at his empty cup; only then did he realize that he had been lost in thought for quite some

his cup on the

Highness," Grizela respectfully retreated to one

into an extremely delicate state now-everyone feared making mistakes because one wrong step could lead them straight into

Rohomes' Palace Hall and currently feeling

around? You're making me

late; do you still have time for

come out from his father's place and needed a moment to catch

that Hajime wanted him to inherit the throne. But he really didn't

pulse design drawings from Joyce and using them as an excuse to contribute something valuable to his father, Reuben managed to bring his mother out of the mental health sanatorium where she had been kept all these years and have her accompany his father by his

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 breath of relief after all these years-his

deathbed now, Reuben often got chances to see her since she stayed

But what about afterwards?

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

his mother-who would

this moment, he felt annoyed and tired

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

two choices-unable

communication methods meant that all contact with Khebury

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

revealed any details about those drawings-he

those drawings leak out-he only