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Stanley probably knew what was on Joyce's mind. Despite that, he did not say anything,
nor did he look for her, let alone ask her why she was avoiding him.
The only two times they met were during strolls in the garden.
But even when they met, the two didn't have much to say to each other.
Joyce didn't know how to face this man, nor did she know what to say to him.
After all, ever since she found out from this man and Natalie that he might have that kind
of feelings for her, she didn't know what to do.
Avoidance was the best choice.
Stanley did not avoid meeting and talking with Joyce because he was trying to escape. He
chose to do so in order to give her some time to adjust.
He knew that the conversation in the hospital room that day held significant information.
Although he didn't explicitly explain the meaning of his words, he believed that after Joyce
heard his phone call with Sean, she would be able to vaguely guess what he meant.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSo, he understood that at this moment, her heart must be in turmoil, and she was far from
being at peace.
In that case, he naturally wouldn't appear in front of her again to startle her. He did not
want to make her feel even more uneasy.
As he previously said, he would return and have a heart-to-heart conversation with her to
clear up everything.
In that case, let this time serve as her final respite.
“Joyce.” That day, Joyce was in the hospital room watching TV, enjoying some cartoons.
Stanley probably knew what was on Joyce's mind. Despite that, he did not say anything,
nor did he look for her, let alone ask her why she was avoiding him.
Seeing the cat being unable to catch the mouse and was instead being teased by the
mouse, was quite amusing and brought much joy.
When Caitlin pushed open the door of the hospital room and saw her daughter laughing so
happily, she couldn't help but join in the laughter. “What are you watching?” she asked.
“I'm watching Tom and Jerry,” Joyce replied, putting down the remote control. She then got
out of bed with a smile, walked toward her mother, and asked, “Mom, when did you get
here?”
“Come here, let me take a look at you,” Caitlin replied with affection as she put down the
thermal food jar in her hand and gently touched her daughter's head.
Joyce leaned her head on her mother's shoulder and asked, “Where's dad?”
“Your dad is tidying up the garden at home. He says he wants you to see a beautiful yard
when you return,” said Caitlin.
A warm feeling flowed through Joyce's heart. “Dad's so nice!”
“What? Your dad is nice, but not me?” Caitlin pretended to be upset, “I made you chicken
soup and simmered it for hours before bringing it to you, and all you talk about is your
dad.”
“Oh dear!” Joyce didn't know if she should laugh or cry. She shook Caitlin's arm gently.
“What are you talking about? Who says I only have eyes for Dad? I have eyes for you too!
Look, as soon as you came in, I came over to greet you.”
Caitlin laughed again. “Yes, yes, I know. I was just teasing you. Alright, go back to your bed
and lie down, I'll get you some chicken soup.”
“Alright.” Joyce nodded. She let go of her mother's arm, and obediently went back to lie
down on the hospital bed.
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Caitlin placed the thermal food jar on the bedside table next to the sickbed. Then, she
opened the lid of the pot, picked up a clean bowl, and began to ladle out the soup.
Inhaling the rich aroma of chicken soup wafting through the air, Joyce couldn't help but
gulp in anticipation. “It smells so good. It's been a long time since I've had chicken soup.”
“Then you should have lots,” Caitlin said with a smile, then handed her the chicken soup,
“Here, be careful, it's hot.”
“I know, don't worry.” Joyce smiled at her mother and accepted the chicken soup, gently
stirring it with a spoon.
Caitlin pulled up a chair and sat down, gazing at her daughter with affection. “How have
you been these past few days?”
Joyce knew that her mother was asking about her pregnancy symptoms. After taking a sip
of chicken soup, she lowered her gaze to her belly with a gentle look in her eyes.
“Although I still have some symptoms these days, they're not as severe as before.
Previously, whenever I felt nauseous, I would vomit so much. Not only was my energy low,
but I also had no appetite. Now, however, I only occasionally feel a little sick, and although
my appetite hasn't fully recovered, at least I can eat something. See, I can even drink this
slightly greasy chicken soup.”
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