You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

“Grandma.” Luther was shocked and rushed forward to the old lady.
However, Joyce rammed him away almost simultaneously, “Don’t you move her!”

Then, she immediately began to massage Stephanie’s heart, “Call the doctor, what medicine do you usually use? Hurry up and use it.”

The house was instantly in a mess.
The family doctor arrived soon after.

Joyce kept on doing heart massage and dared not even to stop. Beads of sweat were rolling down her cheeks. When she saw the doctor coming, she hurriedly stepped aside, “Grandma had a heart attack, I felt something was wrong when I saw her face turn purple before.”

Jamie McKnight, the family doctor of the Warner family, quickly gave Stephanie a shot and fed her another dose of medication.

At last, Stephanie began to get better.
“How is my grandmother now?” Luther asked sharply.

Jamie stood up and said in a gruff voice, “Nothing serious. You should thank this lady for her heart massage and the medication was administered in time. I gave her some sedatives, and you should let her sleep for a while, and not stimulate her again.”

Mr. Arnold went to see Doctor McKnight off, while Shelly and Jacqueline helped Stephanie back to her room.

Immediately following Luther’s unceremonious eviction, the women all drove back to their downtown mansion with worried faces.

In the large living room, only Joyce and Luther were left there.

Luther looked at Joyce, who looked so tired and was wiping sweat from her forehead.
He could not help but want to know more about this woman.

Just watching her massage her heart, he could not help but think about the night he

just get a familiar feeling when looking at her at this time? “Have you ever given anyone else a heart massage like that?” Luther suddenly asked. Joyce wiped the sweat from

remembered how she tried to help but was

“Is ita man?”

first aid volunteer training.” Joyce returned without a smile, “It was

instantly disappointed.

Why would he try to find a

training by the school? Charlotte must have attended it too? And that’s why she had

saved him.

The way he looked at Joyce was no longer disdainful, but more respectful —- Joyce was indeed a good girl, and Stephanie was really not wrong. He should not have looked

with her luggage, “Madam, I’ll help

the floor. She just

share a room with you? It’s such a big

to share my room?” Luther raised an eyebrow, “Grandma would suspect.”

Mr.

stomach rumbled

get to this place and worked so hard to help Stephanie just now, she was. hungry

any food?”