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As such, she had forgotten that her father currently hated Stanley to death.
“My bad. It's true that my father hates you right now... However, he never had such
feelings toward you before. He only did what he did because he was pushed to
desperation. Being the man of the house, he has an obligation to protect his wife and
daughter, so he had to fight back. His hatred was only temporary, though. It's not like he
hated you all this while. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent you to the hospital, Mr. Quinn...”
Joyce was about to continue, but Stanley raised his hand and motioned at her to stop.
He then looked her in the eyes as he asked, “All right; I understand what you're trying to
say. I'll ignore what your parents felt toward me and focus on you instead. Have you never
hated me the way they did? I mistreated you and forced you to get an abortion. Don't you
hate me for all that?”
He really wanted to know the answer to that question.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJoyce lowered her gaze and stared blankly into space as she gave it some thought.
A few moments later, she looked up at him and shook her head. “I don't know.”
Stanley arched an eyebrow at her in response. “You don't know?”
Joyce nodded. “Have you forgotten that I lost all memories of you, Mr. Quinn? I have no
idea if the old me hated you, but I know I don't.”
As far as she knew, Stanley was simply a stranger that her family held a grudge against.
Even so, she had never hated him one bit.
That was mainly due to her kind-heartedness and her knowing that he was just another
puppet blinded by vengeance.
Stanley simply narrowed his eyes in response and kept quiet.
It's true that she no longer remembers how she used to treat me in the past. Well, I'm kind
of relieved to hear that she no longer hates me. At the very least, I will be able to
approach her normally and win her heart over. If she hates me, then she will reject all of
my advances. That would make it incredibly difficult for me to win her over.
“Mr. Quinn?” Joyce waved her hand in front of Stanley's eyes when she saw him staring
blankly at her.
“Huh? What is it?” Stanley asked.
“I was about to ask you the same thing. Why were you spacing out all of a sudden?”
Stanley massaged his forehead. “It's nothing.”
Joyce didn't press on any further as she could tell he didn't feel like talking about it.
Given the strange nature of their relationship, she knew it was not appropriate of her to
ask too many questions.
She was going to keep her mouth shut, but the sight of him massaging his forehead got
her all worried.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Maybe I should get you a doctor, Mr. Quinn. You've been massaging your forehead for a
while now. You must be having a headache or something, right?”
Stanley's eyes went wide with surprise. Whoa... She sure is surprisingly observant! The
fact that she knew I had a headache just by seeing me massaging my forehead shows that
she's a smart woman!
With that in mind, Stanley waved at her and said, “No, that won't be necessary. I'm a
neurologist myself, so I kind of know what my condition is like.”
Joyce shot him an uncertain look. “Really?”
Stanley nodded. “Yeah. There're probably some blood clots in my brain that have yet to
break down. The discomfort is most likely caused by them pressing against my nerves. It
also causes headaches and dizziness after waking up.”
“What? Blood clots?” Joyce was so shocked that she raised her voice significantly.
As far as she knew, blood clots were a serious problem.
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