Chapter 1956: No More Wills
Chapter 1956: No More Wills
Although she was out to rx, she couldn''t shake off her preupation while eating. Her mind kept wandering back to the
research she had been immersed in these past few days.
Luther noticed Joyce''s distraction but remained silent. He, too, had been tirelessly brainstorming, as Dr. Jacobs had already
arrived in Khebury to join the research efforts. How could he give up? Even for their sake, he had to find every possible solution,
to push through until the very end. He only wanted to arrange things properly for the future, ensuring they had nothing to worry
about.
"Dad, why aren''t you eating?" Alisha asked, looking up.
Alisha, the thoughtful little dove, shared some of her food with Luther, "Dad, you didn''t even eat the mini muffins in the car. Aren''t
you hungry?"
Luther''s eyes softened, "Alright, I''ll eat now."
After a few bites, Luther continued grilling seafood, adding expensive prawns, crab legs, and special spices, maintaining their
freshness and original vor. He then served each person.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.
The waiter brought freshly squeezed pomegranate juice for each of them, filling the air with a sweet vor that seemed to seep
into their hearts and lungs.
Outside the window, the deep blue sea and endless sky, with rolling waves, were all so beautiful.
After finishing the seafood, the waiter brought a Japanese-style mini grill for them to roast rice cakes, another specialty of the
restaurant.
The soft and chewy texture, slightly crispy exterior.
The flickering me emitted a bluish-green glow.
Alisha leaned on the table, carefully observing the process of roasting rice cakes.
Suddenly she eximed, "It''s cracking, it''s cracking, Mom, the rice cake is ready."
"Okay," Joyce picked up the rice cake, put it in Alisha''s bowl, and also gave one to Anderson, "Be careful, it''s hot, wait a while
before eating.”
"Yay!" Alisha pped her hands.
After a short wait, Alisha eagerly ate the rice cake, which had a flowing center, a crispy exterior, and even oozed a thick, sweet
juice. Soft, chewy, slightly sweet, and extremely delicious.
Anderson also enjoyed the delicacy but kept observing the expressions of mom and dad. Despite appearing harmonious and
happy, something felt missing to him.
Alisha ate heartily during this meal.
“Alisha, let your brother show you around here. Stay inside the house, don''t go out, and avoid the terrace too," Joyce gently
caressed Anderson, "Look after your sister, it''s by the seaside after all. Although there are railings, safety should still be a priority.
Your dad and | will sit on the terrace for a while."
"Okay," Anderson nodded.
"Go y," Luther waved his hand.
"Yay!" Alisha skipped away, with Anderson following her.
"Brother, there are several little birds over there, let''s go see them," Alisha said excitedly.
Once the children departed, Joyce stood up, pushed open the huge ss door, and walked to the terrace.
Luther instructed the waiter to bring two cups of coffee over.
Joyce sat on the white wicker chair on the terrace, under arge parasol. The sea breeze, apanied by a salty taste, blew in,
giving a coolness to the autumn air that dispelled her mncholy.
Because of herrge belly, Joyce had to lean back, lightly cing her hands on her swollen abdomen.
Luther sat on the couch next to Joyce and brought a back cushion for her.
“Lean forward a bit, let me support your waist with this cushion."
Joyce shifted forward, and Luther ced the cushion behind her, making her morefortable.
Luther reached out and embraced her shoulders, "Are you feeling okay? Any difort? Tired? If you need to rest, there''s a
suite upstairs in this restaurant."
"I''m not tired," Joyce shook her head.
Since finding out in the morning that he had gone to sign a will with Mr. Baldwin, her mood had been unable to improve. She felt
the need to sort out her emotions. The former her, even when facing tremendous difficulties, would never be defeated. So why
was she bing more and more fragile now?
Luther gently caressed her belly, "Thinking about seeing them soon, I''m thrilled. | really want to see what they look like, if they
resemble you or me. | hope it''s you."
Joyce nced at him, "But | hope it''s you."
She looked at Luther''s extraordinary handsome face, feeling slightly better, and joked, "Or else it would be a waste of your good
looks."
Luther smiled and couldn''t resist pinching her cheek, "In my eyes, you''re the most beautiful. Besides, boys mostly take after their
mothers."
"Not always, some look more like their fathers," Joyce ced her hand on top of his, "They''re moving, can you feel them?"
"Indeed, so mischievous, kicking
around non-stop. It seems they can''t
wait toe out." Luther''s g
softened ven mors he gently
chasse her belly, "Just hold on a bit
longer, absorb as many nutrients as
you can now, and grow well. Soon,
you will all be out. Don''t be naughty,
and don''t trouble your mom,
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Suddenly, Joyce grasped Luther''s hand tightly, "On the way back, | need to go home to continue researching."
Upon hearing this, Luther felt a pang in his heart, "You''re about to give birth, don''t push yourself so hard."
"| will never give up!" Joyce suddenly
became excited, standing up
abruptly, "You don''t need-to hide (1
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| ie your sense of taste, have you
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Luther clenched his fists, realizing that she knew everything.
“What? It''s not as serious as you think."
"Do you know how guilty | feel? Your
poisoning was all because of me.
Because of my recklessness, my
desire to prove myself to the-om
warlords, my attenip ve up to my
inberite title. That''s why Otis took
advantage of me. And you, to save
me, had to swallow the poison Otis
gave you. You took the poison for
me, the one who should have died
was me! Not you! I''m the one who
harmed you! | will never forgive
myself, for the mistakes I''ve made!”
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Joyce grew more agitated as she spoke, raising her voice and losing control of her emotions.
Luther quickly stood up and covered her mouth, "Don''t say such things, it has nothing to do with you. If anyone, it should be me.
| owe you too much from the past. | just want you and the children to be well, and | will be content."
"No, you don''t owe me. | harmed you... I''m sorry, I''m sorry..."
Joyce couldn''t help but sob, tears streaming down her face once again.
Luther hugged her,forting her, "| should be the one apologizing for upsetting you today. | didn’t consider your feelings. |
promise never to make a will again.”