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.

a black credit card

she

Clint pointed at the credit card. "Surprised? Back when you were in

he held

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

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

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the reason why

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." "Not now, but soon enough. Keep it," Clint's voice

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

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 the most critical moment in the

face suddenly turned cold as he

at

someone else was there day and night by his

his father had ordered that no one else be allowed to

only obtain information

Rohomes' Palace Hall.

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

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

at his empty cup; only then did he realize that he had been lost in thought for quite

the

Grizela respectfully retreated to

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

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

stop pacing around?

be anxious? It's already this late; do you still

didn't really feel like drinking tea either; he had just come out from his father's place and

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

to his father, Reuben managed to bring his mother out of the mental health sanatorium where

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

got chances to see her

But what about afterwards?

to take on the throne himself; however, everything seemed to push him forward due to

then there was his mother-who would protect

annoyed and tired

there was an impulse inside him wanting 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

was trapped between two choices-unable to decide which path to take

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

recently after taking away those electromagnetic pulse design drawings-what kind of

any details about

letting those drawings leak out-he only wanted them as leverage for