The phone vibrated silently in his pocket. jos had just gotten off the ne and was on his way to Joseph’s apartment in Los Angeles.


    Yes, jos received news of Bryson being attacked and injured and hade to visit at Joseph’s request. Of course, jos automatically ignored thetter part of the request – “Please bring Vivian back with you. My father misses her and his grandson very much.”


    After Joseph married Luzia, he moved out of Bryson’s vi and into an apartment he had bought in downtown Los Angeles. The driver took jos’s car into the underground garage and led jos to the top floor apartment in an elevator.


    Luzia calcted the time to run down the stairs, just in time to see jos at the moment the servant opened the apartment door.


    “jos,” Luzia threw herself into jos’s arms directly, “I’ve missed you so much. I couldn’t stand being next to Joseph for even a moment. I want to go home. I want to go back to Houston.”


    “Are you okay, Luzia?” jos held her hand and easily saw the bruises under her sleeve.


    jos frowned, staring at Joseph, who was walking towards him leisurely. He angrily asked, “Did you hit her, Joseph?”


    “I thought you understood, jos,” Joseph shrugged, his wicked smile carrying a hint of innocence, “This is a matter of husband and wife. Don’t you and Vivian have that?”


    “Rest assured, I am not a scoundrel who abuses his wife in bed,” jos sarcastically retorted with anger.


    Joseph shrugged, not caring at all about jos’s mockery. He even put on a face that said, “This is a pleasure you don’t understand,” which made jos feel extremely furious, almost wishing to shoot him in the head right now.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    Joseph looked behind jos, not seeing Vivian.


    “Where is Vivian?” Joseph frowned.


    “Her health didn’t allow her to fly,” jos said, “She stayed in Houston.”


    “Damn it! What are you doing?” Joseph was surprisingly angry, taking a big step forward and grabbing jos’s cor, “Why didn’t you bring her back? My father is dying, he just wants to see his daughter and grandson. You’ve ruined his final wish!”


    jos held back Joseph’s wrist, the two of them wrestling, the intense struggle making their faces look exceptionally hideous.


    “When you sent her over, didn’t you think about bringing her back?” jos spoke the truth, but this was all in the past. Now Joseph’s n needed her.


    “She will always be my father’s daughter, my sister. When the family needs her, she muste back!” Joseph roared, his father’s illness causing jos, who once needed their protection in Los Angeles, to be rebellious.


    “Please respect that she is also my wife. I believe she wants to see her father more than anyone,” jos emphasized the word “anyone.”


    “Perhaps you are right, jos.” Joseph knew this was not the time for childish arguments. He smiled apologetically as he let go of jos’s cor, “My father’s illness has disturbed my thinking and made me act recklessly. I hope you can forgive me.”


    jos had no intention of fighting Joseph either.


    “I hope you truly realize your mistake, Joseph,” jos said coldly, without mincing words, “Your recklessness gives me a headache, I don’t want there to be a next time. Now, can you take me to see Bryson?”


    jos needed to see Bryson’s injuries with his own eyes to be reassured. “Vivian is very worried about him. I need to call her after seeing him, or we need to FaceTime.”


    “Of course, we can leave now,” Joseph said, ready to take jos out.


    Luzia had been watching them nervously all along. She spoke softly as they were about to leave, “jos…”


    “Have you called Vivian?” jos interrupted Luzia, “You haven’t contacted her since you returned to Los Angeles; she’s very worried about you.”


    Luzia hesitated for a moment, sure she had seen some kind of hint in jos’s eyes. Under the double gaze of jos and Joseph, she nodded lightly. “I understand, I’ll call her in a while.”


    “Call Mare,” jos said, “Vivian might be sleeping, don’t wake her up.”


    Joseph frowned beside them and said unhappily, “Hey, jos, are you teaching my wife to contact other men?”


    “Don’t misunderstand, Joseph, I’m just concerned about my wife,” jos said, “Ever since Bryson was injured, her sleep has been troubled. She needs enough rest now to ensure her health. I believe Luzia’sfort is helpful to her, but unfortunately, you have always prevented Luzia from contacting her, so I had to inquire personally.”


    Joseph snorted and walked towards the elevator.


    Luzia saw them off and then picked up her phone.


    She had long memorized Mare’s phone number and could dial it almost effortlessly.


    The receiver yed waiting music, and Luzia clenched her phone, unsure of what was making her nervous.


    “Mary, could you make me a cup of coffee?” She caught sight of Mary standing at the dining room door. Mare’s familiar voice came through the receiver, and Luzia quickly stifled a low sob in her throat.


    “Luzia?” Mare walked to the balcony, looking at the clear sky outside.


    “It’s me, Mare.” Luzia watched Mary enter the kitchen to prepare the coffee, then replied to Mare, “Is Vivian okay? I heard from jos that she’s not doing well, is she asleep?”


    Mare paused, pursed his lips, and said, “Yes, she just fell asleep. Do you need me to wake her up for you?”


    “No, let her sleep. jos asked me not to disturb her,” Luzia said calmly, unsure of the purpose behind conveying this message.


    But on the other end of the line, Mare replied sinctly, “Understood.”