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.

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

card?" she asked in

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

held a grudge

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 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 couldn't understand; he was really good at twisting

job for me, gave me a place to stay, and gave me a card.

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that this was the reason why he

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

the news about the emperor being critically ill. Why are you so calm

it?" Clint put 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 the hospital with him?" Joyce

face suddenly turned cold as

wasn't he at the

day

had ordered that no one else be allowed

only obtain information through

Rohomes' Palace Hall.

restless and unconsciously took a sip and then another sip until there was no more tea

remind him, "Your Highness, shall I pour some tea

at his empty cup; only then did

his cup on the coffee

Grizela respectfully

had developed into an extremely delicate state now-everyone feared making mistakes because

an elder in Rohomes' Palace Hall and currently feeling anxious

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

you still have time for tea?" Hajime

feel like drinking tea either; he had just come out from his father's place and needed a moment to

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

excuse to contribute something valuable to his father, Reuben managed to bring his mother out of the mental health sanatorium

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 only motivation during these turbulent times had been his

on his deathbed now, Reuben often got chances to see her since she stayed by their father's side most

But what about afterwards?

however, everything seemed to push him forward due to current

was his

moment, he felt annoyed

had had enough of these days 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 again. But he also had responsibilities towards those who trusted him; otherwise where would they

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

communication methods meant that all contact with Khebury had been

Joyce and others were doing recently after taking

any details about

properly-not letting those drawings leak out-he only wanted them as leverage for