Chapter 1675

Chapter 1675Joy was written all over Peter's face as he stood up, excited by his thoughts. “Don't worry, Dr. Quinn.
Leave Ms. Rivers to us. We will ensure she and her baby gets the best treatment.”
Stanley hummed in response. “Thank you in advance then.”
“No problem. We are the ones who should be thanking you.” Peter chuckled politely. He looked at the
time. “Dr. Quinn, it's getting late, and I have a cesarean section to get to, so I need to take my leave
now. I will instruct them to prepare Ms. Rivers' ward and treatment plan.”
“Okay.” Stanley nodded before passing Joyce's identification card to Peter.
Peter took it and left with the nurse.
Stanley closed his eyes after they left. He pondered about ways to boost Joyce's mood.
I know Joyce had been feeling down, depressed and uneasy all this time. All these bad vibes will only
harm her body in the long run. But I didn't expect these things to affect the baby.
Initially, Stanley wanted to adjust her mood slowly. But it seemed his plan wasn't going to work now.
While the man was deep in thought, the door to the kitchen opened, and Joyce walked out with a pot of
coffee. She was surprised when she noticed only Stanley was left in the room. “Eh? Where did they
go?”
“What do you mean?” Stanley widened his eyes at her. Joyce answered honestly, “I heard you talking to someone when I was in the kitchen. That was why I
made coffee for them. Who would have expected them to leave before I came out?”
“Yeap. They left.” Stanley glanced at the ward's entrance.
Joyce stared at the coffee in her hands. “It's a waste of my coffee then.”
Stanley's expression darkened. “I'm still here, though. Why can't I drink the coffee?”
What does she mean that it's a waste? Why does she automatically ignore me?
Joyce blinked. “No, you can't drink this. It's not healthy for you to overconsume coffee now, so you'd
better not have it. It is not beneficial for your recovery. I'll make something else for you.”
With that, Joyce returned to the kitchen with the coffee as she was determined not to let Stanley drink
the coffee.
Stanley laughed in exasperation. Why is she so stubborn? But then her behavior reminded me of the
young her. She used to be obstinate too. It's fine. If she doesn't want to drink the coffee, then I don't. I'll
do as she says so she doesn't feel afraid of me or feel uneasy around me. Maybe that way, her mood
will get better.
With that in mind, Stanley grabbed the medical magazine beside him and started browsing through it.
On the other side, Natalie finally awakened. She opened her eyes to the sight of a warm yellow ceiling.
The woman rubbed her temples, trying to prop herself up from the bed.However, she felt discomfort in her body just as she got up. Natalie moaned in pain before falling back
onto the bed, drowsiness overtaking her.
The man sitting on the couch near Natalie heard her movement. He put away the laptop on his lap
before heading to bed. Shane stared at the groggy woman rubbing her eyes as a smile appeared on
his face. “You're awake?”
Natalie hummed in response. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, unlike her usual sweet voice.
“What time is it?”
Taken aback by the changes in her voice, Natalie covered her mouth quickly as the shock was written
all over her face.
This chapter upload first at NovelEbook.OrgEh! What happened to my voice? Why do I suddenly sound like this?
She wasn't the only one appalled by her voice, Shane was surprised too. He hadn't expected Natalie's
voice to turn out this way.
Quickly, he regained his senses, smiling. “I think you need some water to soothe your throat.”