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That was the reason why his presence always unsettled her.
It seems that I have a long path ahead of me.
When Stanley's expression darkened at the thought, Joyce assumed that he was
displeased over her failure to feed him soup, a realization that intensified her anxiety.
“Mr. Quinn—”
“Leave.” Stanley cut her off before she could finish.
Joyce's mouth was left agape as if she had more to say. However, the impatient look in his
eyes caused her to swallow her words and walk out.
Once she was gone, Stanley massaged his forehead. He then endured the discomfort from
the bandages as he slowly picked up the soup to drink.
Little did Joyce know that he could not only still use his hand but could also do so with full
mobility.
By then, she had left the ward and sat on the bench in the corridor. She planned to wait a
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Since he doesn't want me to watch him drinking soup, I have no choice but to wait until he
finishes.
Meanwhile, the sound of footsteps was suddenly heard along the corridor.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Joyce saw Jonathan and Caitlin approaching her.
She stood up immediately to greet them, “Dad, Mom, what brings you here?”
“We're here to see you,” Caitlin replied with a smile while Jonathan nodded behind her.
“That's right. I'm worried about you taking care of him here alone.”
Jonathan's gaze fell upon the ward entrance as he spoke.
Once Joyce helped her parents to their seats, she reassured them, “Don't worry, Mom,
Dad. I'll be fine. To be honest, he's quite easy to get along with. It's just that I can
sometimes be uptight in front of him still.”
Due to Stanley's unpredictable temper, she had always behaved submissively toward him
so that she wouldn't get on his nerves.
Fortunately for her, he didn't lose his temper over the last few days.
Otherwise, there was no way she could have sustained her efforts till now.
“Hmph, easygoing?” Jonathan let out a snort before continuing with disdain, “If someone
like him is easygoing, we can then say the same of anyone who bears us a grudge.”
“That's right, Joyce. Don't say such things just because you don't want us to worry.” Caitlin
held her daughter's hand sympathetically, refusing to believe the latter due to the strong
impression Stanley had left on them.
He had clearly demonstrated how difficult he could be.
Joyce broke into a wry smile. “Mom, I'm telling you the truth and not saying this on
purpose. He has been a pleasure to be around over the last few days. I'm not sure if it's
because I was extra careful in my interactions, but he didn't lose his temper with me or
make things difficult on purpose. So, I'm hanging in there and not on my toes all the
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“Really?” Caitlin was gradually convinced by her daughter's serious tone.
Even though Jonathan didn't comment, the look in his eyes was similar to that of Caitlin's.
Joyce responded with a nod. “Of course, so don't worry about me, as I'm doing all right.”
“Fine, we believe you,” Caitlin replied as she gave Joyce's hair a tousle.
Joyce then laid her head on her mother's shoulder. “Thank you, Mom, Dad.”
“What are you thanking us for? As your parents, it's only natural for us to be concerned
about you,” Caitlin replied as she gave Joyce a hug.
Jonathan nodded in agreement. “Your mother is right. By the way, Joyce, why are you
sitting outside? Is he asleep?”
He then pointed at the ward door, to which Joyce shook her head.
“No, he's drinking soup inside, so he kicked me out.”
“Kicked you out?” Jonathan raised his voice abruptly. “What in the world happened?”
“Exactly. Tell us what's going on, Joyce,” Caitlin instructed with a stern expression.
Just as her parents were relieved to learn that she was getting on well with Stanley, the
fact that she was kicked out of the ward unsettled them again.
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