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She took a deep breath before looking at Stanley. “You want me to take care of you, right?
Got it. I'll do it.”
“Joyce!” Jonathan looked at his daughter in shock.
Joyce smiled at him, “It's okay, Dad. He's right. Since we beat him up like that, we must
take responsibility for our actions. Besides, he agreed not to call the police and also
agreed to let me keep the child, so we should do something. It doesn't matter if I'm going
to be a maid. I'll accept it.”
“But I'm scared that he'll deliberately give you some tedious work, torture you, and make
you abort the child,” Jonathan said with a frown.
That was what worried him the most.
“I know you're worried, Dad, but we should try to trust him once, shouldn't we?” she
replied while looking at Stanley. “Mr. Quinn, may I ask if I'll be taking care of you starting
tomorrow or now?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“What do you think?” The latter gave her a profound stare.
Joyce lowered her eyes. “Got it. I'll start right away. Dad...” She turned around and faced
her father. “Help me get a visitors' room in the hospital. I'll stay there tonight. Go back and
tell Mom not to worry about me.”
“Joyce...” Jonathan frowned when he saw her comply with Stanley's demand. He wanted to
dissuade her but was at a loss for words when he saw how serious she looked.
In the end, he sighed and nodded in agreement. “Okay. I'll book you a room in a bit.” After
saying that, he shot Stanley a fierce glare again. “You'd better not go against your word
and torture Joyce. If something happens to her, I'll kill you even if I have to risk my life to
do so.”
Stanley pursed his lips and said nothing.
Jonathan did not necessarily need to hear his promise. After glancing at Joyce, he turned
around and left to book the visitors' room.
With that, only Joyce and Stanley were left in the ward.
It was not that she had not been alone with Stanley for the past two days, but that was
when he was still unconscious, so she did not feel any different.
However, now that he had woken up and she was in the same room as him, she felt
somewhat uncomfortable.
I don't know how to get along with him. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to
do. In short, it feels weird all over.
In the end, Joyce took a deep breath before taking her cell phone out of her pocket. She
looked at the man lying on the bed and forced a smile. “Um... Mr. Quinn, can I make a
phone call? I'll be right back. I won't leave.”
Stanley's gaze fell on her cell phone. “Who are you calling?”
“Nat,” she replied truthfully while clenching her phone. “She knows about your situation
and is also very worried about you. So no matter what, now that you've woken up, I have
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmto inform her.”
“And take this opportunity to get her and Shane to send someone to monitor me in case I
do something to you?” Stanley curled the corner of his lips into a mocking smile.
Joyce's eyes flickered slightly. “Sorry. The trauma you brought on my family is too great. I
can accept it if you come after me, but I must protect my parents. Since I can't do so, I can
only leave it to Nat.”
“Aren't you afraid that I'll be upset by your words and overturn what we agreed to just
now?” Stanley narrowed his eyes at her. Joyce smiled wryly. “I am. How can I not be? But I
have no choice. You've already guessed what I'm going to say to Nat on the phone, so if I
don't answer, aren't you still likely to go back on your word? Perhaps if I told you the truth,
you might let it go because I was being honest.”
Stanley snorted. “You sure do look on the bright side.”
She could not tell whether he was mocking her or implying something else, so she bit her
lip and asked, “Mr. Quinn, can I make the call now?”
“Go ahead.” He turned his face to the side. “Even if I don't let you do it, you can still find a
way to contact them. Isn't that so?”
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