Chapter 1657

Chapter 1657Hence, she feared that his words would have an even greater impact on her emotions the more he
spoke.
After all, she was aware of how strong her past feelings for him were and recognized that she was
highly susceptible to being swayed into falling in love with him again.
This chapter upload first at NovelEbook.OrgThe probability of that happening was very high.
Therefore, she was determined not to listen to anything he had to say, whether it was true or false. She
knew that prolonged exposure to his words could make her vulnerable to his influence and ultimately
lead her into a trap.
Regardless of why he wanted to say such things to the person on the other end of the phone, it was
fine as long as he didn't target her parents.
Other matters should be left to fate.
Nothing mattered to her now.
“What are you thinking about?” Stanley squinted his eyes and asked Joyce when he noticed her staring
off into space absent-mindedly.
The woman shook her head. “Nothing. I wasn't thinking about anything. I'm going to boil some water.”
After speaking, she took the kettle and walked back to the kitchen. Stanley watched her retreating figure and didn't call her back this time.
Ten minutes later, Joyce came out of the kitchen with the kettle and poured him a glass of water. She
came to his bedside and said, “Mr. Quinn, have some water.”
Stanley hummed in acknowledgment and took the glass.
After Joyce let go of the glass, she suddenly remembered something and asked, “By the way, Mr.
Quinn, who cleaned up the broken glass at the entrance?”
“The nurse,” he murmured while drinking water.
“Oh, I see.” Joyce nodded.
Well, who else in the hospital would clean up the place besides the nurses? He didn't hire any
caretaker to take care of him so that I would do all the work, so it could have only been the nurses.
With that in mind, Joyce prepared to retrieve his medicine so that he could take it later.
However, just as she turned around, a sudden churn in her stomach and a rush of nausea overtook
her.
Her expression froze as she quickly covered her mouth, retching.
Stanley noticed her reaction and immediately put down his glass of water to check on her. “What's
wrong?” Her complexion had paled, and her eyes had a slight hint of dampness, clearly indicating that she was
in a lot of discomfort.
Joyce shook her head and didn't answer him. Instead, she headed straight for the bathroom.
Soon, Stanley heard the sound of dry heaving coming from the bathroom.
It sounded as if she was going to vomit out her internal organs.
At first, the man didn't understand why she suddenly vomited.
After all, she wasn't sick, nor did she have a cold.
Soon after, it dawned on Stanley that she was carrying his child, who was not even three months old.
That explained why her pregnancy symptoms had not subsided yet.
He had forgotten about the matter as she had not shown symptoms for the past few days.
As he listened to Joyce's retching from the bathroom, Stanley felt a twinge of pain in his heart.
He got out of bed and limped to the table where Joyce had placed the kettle. Next, he poured the hot
water into a clean cup.
After finishing these tasks, he leaned against the wall and any object he could find for support as he
slowly made his way to the bed. He bent over and pulled open the bedside table, taking out a packet of
something. Without stopping to take a rest, Stanley took the items with him and headed to the kitchen.
Eventually, he emerged from the kitchen holding a plate of light green objects. On closer inspection, it
turned out to be a bag of preserved plums.
Just as Stanley placed the plums on the table, the bathroom door opened.
Joyce stepped out, still covering her mouth. Her face was pale and her eyes red; even her hair was
damp.
It was obvious that she accidentally splashed cold water on her face while washing up in the bathroom.
Seeing Stanley standing by the table instead of lying in bed, Joyce couldn't help but ask in surprise,
“Mr. Quinn, what are you doing there?”