Chapter 1582
Chapter 1582
“Didn't we come to see if he's dead?” Jonathan's eyes widened.
Joyce heaved a helpless sigh. “All right, Dad. Don't do this. You know we came here to check on his condition and also to talk to him about you.”
“I said, I don't need you to do so!” Jonathan retorted, his face grim.
He was unwilling to have his daughter resort to begging Stanley so that he wouldn't have to go to jail.
What if Stanley asks her to abort her baby? I'm afraid she'll say yes like the fool she is.
As a father, he couldn't accept his daughter going to extreme means just to save him.
Knowing his concern, Joyce sighed inwardly. “Dad, I know you don't want me to do that, but if I don't take action, I will never be able to find peace. It was because of me that you had to confront him. If I choose not to do anything and allow you to be the one to make the sacrifice, then what will that make me? I will be seen as an ungrateful and unfilial daughter.”
“Joyce...” Jonathan opened his mouth to speak but found himself unable to utter a single word as Joyce's eyes brimmed with emotion.
Joyce took his hand. Her voice softened as she said, “Dad, you're just worried about me, right? You're worried that if I remember him, I'll fall in love with him all over again and do whatever he asks, right?” Hearing that, Jonathan sighed and nodded. “Yes, that is exactly my worry. I know how kind and generous you are, and I don't want you to feel obligated to say yes to his requests. I know you'll do that for your parents.”
Joyce flashed a reassuring smile. “Don't worry, Dad. I know what to do and what not to do. I won't act recklessly.”
With that, she averted her gaze and took a deep breath as she made her way to the bed.
Jonathan wanted to stop her, but he recalled her previous words and ended up allowing her to go over.
Forget it. Since she wants to be a filial daughter, I'll let her take action. She'll be unhappy if I try to stop her.
He stood in a corner and looked at the bed warily.
He had decided not to stop Joyce from doing anything of her choice.
But he would do whatever was necessary to protect her, no matter the cost, if Stanley ever attempted to cause her any harm.
Joyce had no idea that Jonathan had that thought in mind. Carefully, she made her way to Stanley's bed.
Stanley had been looking at her the entire while, so he naturally heard her conversation with Jonathan.
He didn't know why she would come to him, but he didn't stop her as he wanted to be near her.
When Joyce slowly made her way over to him, he could feel his heart beating in exhilaration as adrenaline pumped through him.
If he didn't ball up his fists in an effort to conceal his emotions, his facial expression would be a clear indication of how he was feeling at this moment.
“Mr. Quinn,” Joyce greeted him after she stopped in front of Stanley's bed, oblivious to his current feelings.
Stanley felt his blood go cold when he realized how distant she sounded. His elation was quickly replaced by disappointment, and a heavy feeling of despair descended upon him like a dark cloud. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
In a hoarse voice, he asked, “What did you just call me?”
“Mr. Quinn,” Joyce repeated. The sight of his grim expression caused her to blink in confusion. “Uh, did I get it wrong?”
She had absolutely no recollection of how she had addressed Stanley in the past, but it was possible that she might have called him by his given name.
After all, she had been in love with him, so it seemed impossible for her to address him in such a polite way.
However, things were different now. Joyce no longer loved him or remember him, so the way she interacted with him had changed drastically from before.