“Mr. Quinn, it's time for a dressing change,” the nurse said with a smile. She then looked
at him with a puzzled expression. “Oh, Mr. Quinn, why did you suddenly get out of bed and
stand by the door in a daze?”
“It's nothing. I was meeting someone,” Stanley replied calmly as he pushed up the newly
fitted glasses on his nose.
The nurse nodded in understanding. “I see. Let me help you inside.”
“No need.” Stanley shook his head. “I can manage on my own.”
He then slowly turned and walked toward the bed while leaning on the wall for support.
The nurse shrugged as she watched his limping figure. She had seen many patients who
tried to appear strong and had a strong sense of pride like Stanley, so she didn't insist.
With a resigned sigh, she moved to push the cart inside the ward.
However, the cart wheels seemed to run over something on the floor.
The nurse lowered her head, surprised to find broken glass on the floor. “My goodness!
Why are there broken glass pieces on the floor? Mr. Quinn, you didn't step on it, right?”
Meanwhile, Stanley had already tucked himself into the hospital bed. Impassively, he
uttered, “No. I think someone accidentally broke some glass. Please clean it up later.”
“Sure,” the nurse said with a nod. Then, she avoided the pieces of glass and pushed the
cart inside to change Stanley's dressing.
After she was done, the nurse went to clean up the broken glass outside the door.
Stanley looked out the window, his eyes slightly narrowed as if deep in thought.
He knew that the person who had heard him at the door earlier was Joyce, but he had no
intention of calling her back.
After all, he was aware that Joyce's emotions were not stable at the moment.
Hence, he was willing to give her some time to calm down.
As he had told Sean on the phone, he had been blinded by hatred before and could not
see clearly.
That was why he had recklessly hurt everyone, especially Joyce.
But now, he had gradually overcome his hatred and realized that perhaps he couldn't
blame the Rivers family for his parents' deaths.
At the same time, he also realized that he had genuinely fallen in love with Joyce and had
always loved her.
Hence, he was willing to accept the fact that he loved Joyce and was ready to try to be
with her.
However, the harm he had caused Joyce before could not be ignored, so it would not be
easy for him to be with her. He knew it would be an arduous and long road ahead of him.
Firstly, he had to resolve the hatred between him and the Rivers family, and secondly,
Joyce had not yet regained her memories and feelings for him.
All of this had to be taken slowly, and it was not something that could be accomplished
overnight.
He had planned to wait until he resolved the hatred with the Rivers family before slowly
letting Joyce know he loved her.
However, plans often changed, and before he could resolve the hatred, Joyce had already
found out about his feelings, and her mood and emotions were certainly affected.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBesides, this effect was not something that he could easily alleviate by appearing in front
of her now.
On the contrary, if he appeared in front of Joyce now, it would only further affect her
mood.
That was why he had not gone to find Joyce or called her to come back.
He knew that, at this time, Joyce must be hiding somewhere, forcing herself to accept
what she had heard.
As Stanley had guessed, Joyce walked out of the hospital department in a panic and came
to a bench in the hospital garden. Grabbing the armrest tightly, she breathed heavily for a
while before finally calming down. Then, with a bewildered look on her face, she sat down
and stared at the flower bed across from her, lost in thought.
Little did she expect that, when she arrived at the ward, intending to continue taking care
of him and fetching him water, she would hear Stanley on the phone confessing his love
for her.
Love?
A mocking curve twisted the corners of Joyce's mouth. If that word had come from anyone
else, she might have believed it, but she wouldn't trust a single word out of Stanley's lips.