Chapter 1948 Almost Busted


    On the other side, Joyce woke up nearly around noon at home. Staying upte the night before left her feeling groggy and


    ufortable in the morning. As she sat up in bed, she noticed her phone on the bedside table. Opening the messages, she


    saw Luther''s note, "I''m heading to the group first, you rest well." Below was a big hug emoji. Joyce couldn''t help but chuckle,


    noting how Luther had be so affectionate and clingy, a stark contrast to his past image.


    Her heart filled with tenderness but also deep worry, she proactively called Dr. Jocelyn after getting up. Dr. Jocelyn was frank,


    and upon learning about recent developments, Joyce had a clear understanding and felt even more weighed down.


    Having breakfast at what was actually lunchtime, Cecelia prepared some light porridge and side dishes for Joyce, knowing she


    wouldn''t have much of an appetite after waking upte. Bringing the meal to Joyce, Cecelia inquired, "Is Luther''s health condition


    acting up again?"


    Joyce nodded, "Yes. We still need to find the original microbial code. I''m currently trying to search through the data you provided


    me with.”


    Alook of concern shed in Cecelia''s eyes, "Oh, | never expected the warlord''sb to leave such a big hidden danger. If | had


    known... it''s all my fault... | shouldn''t have supported their so-called research, only to be exploited by malicious individuals."


    Joyce gently covered Cecelia''s hand, "How could it be your fault, Mom? Don''t dwell on it. There''s still time. We will fight for it. By


    the way, | have an appointment with the doctor for prenatal check-ups. We''ll leave after lunch."


    Cecelia stood up, "I''ll go with you."


    "No need. After the hospital, | have to stop by thepany, and by the time | get home, it''ll bete. Mom, stay home and wait for


    Anderson and Alisha." Joyce spoke softly, "I''ll be fine alone."


    After some thought, Cecelia agreed, "Alright. You take care, and if the doctor says anything, make sure to inform me promptly."


    "Sure. Rest assured, they are healthy in my belly. | can feel them moving around every day." Joyce said, her lips filled with


    tenderness, reaching out to gently caress her prominent belly.


    Cecelia nodded. After finishing the meal, Joyce tidied up a bit, found her prenatal check-up booklet, and tucked it into her bag.


    Then she headed out and downstairs.


    Upon reaching the first floor, she unexpectedly found Munin standing in the lobby. Spotting Joyce, Munin turned around, his face


    still pale, and he smiled, "Where are you going? Heading out?"


    Joyce nodded.


    Clint noticed the bag Joyce was carrying, one of which seemed hospital-issued, bearing a simple pregnant woman symbol. He


    pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you going to the hospital? For prenatal check-ups?"


    Joyce looked down at the bag in her hand, "You observe quite closely. Yes, I''m about to leave."


    "Alone?"


    Clint nced around but didn''t see anyone apanying Joyce.


    Joyce nodded, "Of course, it''s just a small matter, no need to trouble others."


    Clint shrugged, "I''ll apany you. I''m bored anyway and need to get out of the house."


    Joyce was speechless, "You''re a man. What do you want to do at the obstetrics and gynecology department? And can you


    handle the food and amodation here?"


    In his mind, Clint sneered, having been brought up as the crown prince and having everything at his disposal. How could he


    possibly handle the food and amodation here? But it was bearable and slightlyfortable. He was only enduring these


    hardships to get close to her.


    "Sure, you''ve provided me with such good conditions. I''m so grateful." Clint took the initiative to grab Joyce''s bag and said, "I


    won''t apany you to the obstetrics and gynecology department. I''ll be your driver. It''s not convenient for you to drive with the


    big belly, and | see you don''t like having a driver. I''ll drive, and I''ll wait for you at the hospital entrance."


    "No need." Joyce immediately declined, "| don''t need it. Besides, who''s trying to kill you? The police haven''t reached a


    conclusion yet. Going out in the open will only put you in danger.”


    However, Clint turned a deaf ear, "Staying home all the time will suffocate me, and | don''t care about the danger. Plus, you''ll


    protect me. I''ve heard that you''re the top marksman. No one dares to challenge you after you."


    After speaking, he directly took Joyce''s things to the car without waiting for her consent and then sat in the driver''s seat.


    Joyce helplessly stood by the car, tapping on the window, "Get down quickly. You''re a citizen of W country and don''t even have a


    driver''s license here. What car are you driving?"


    Clint, shamelessly, said, "Right, | don''t have a driver''s license. But who dares to check your car? Come on, | owe you so much,


    and | have nothing to repay you with. | don''t have a job, no ie. Can''t | drive for you?"


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    Munin kept bringing up work, it looked like she had to find him something to do. Otherwise, he would keep pestering her. It was


    quite a headache.


    "Get in." Clint urged.


    Left with no choice, Joyce got in the car.


    Clint, with a smug smile, knew Joyce couldn''t resist being worn down. He had caught onto this trait of hers.


    Once inside the car, he asked, "Which hospital are we going to?"


    Joyce gave him a sideways nce, "Do you know the way?"


    Clint responded with a smile, "I don''t, but | have navigation."


    He shook his phone, "I''ve figured out the software here. It''s no big deal. Input the address, and we''ll leave now."


    Handing the phone over to Joyce, she reluctantly entered the address of the military-controlled hospital where she had her


    appointment.


    After inputting, the navigation started, and Clint stepped on the gas, following the navigation’s instructions as they sped off.


    As they drove, Joyce noticed a detail. Squinting, she suddenly asked, "Munin, why do | feel like you''re not used to driving?"


    She had observed him make several


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    “You must have been used to driving right-hand drive cars, while we use left-hand drive cars here." Joyce pointed out.


    She thought for a moment, "Strange, | remember W country also uses left-hand drive, right?"


    Clint''s heart skipped a beat, a chill


    running down his spine. Joyce was


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    Ronoiaes Had right-hand drive, while


    here it was left-hand drive. At the


    start, he was indeed a bit uneasy. She


    was so sharp, nearly revealing his


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