Chapter 1933: Kindness Is Not A Cheap Virtue
Chapter 1933: Kindness is not a Cheap Virtue
Joyce was the closest to Munin when a man named Munin suddenly grabbed her arm. "No, I can''t go
back. I will die, I will die for sure!"
Luther, feeling nervous, quickly moved to protect Joyce.
Joyce gently shook her head. "It''s okay, he can''t hurt me."
Joyce tried tofort Munin. "Don''t get worked up. First, I want to confirm, have you lost your
memory? You can''t remember who you are, but you remember someone wanting to kill you?"
Munin held his head with his other hand and said, "My head hurts, there are fragments fighting in my
mind. I really can''t remember who I am. Munin? That person just now said my name is Munin, right?
Munin?"
He struggled to remember, but couldn''t.
"I don''t know, I really don''t know what my name is. But there are a few fragments that keep repeating in
my mind. Someone wants to harm me, they, they pushed me into the sea. They had guns, no, I can''t
remember!"
He was in great pain, released Joyce, and held his head with both hands.
Joyce and Luther exchanged nces.
At this moment, a lifeguard said, "Based on our experience, we believe he fell into the seast night.
Luckily, he held onto a floating object and managed to survive until now. ording to the distance and
wind speed, it is entirely possible for him to drift from the international waters near Country W to here."
"You mean someone tried to kill him on the high seas. He was lucky to drift here and be discovered by
us?" Luther asked.
"Yes, that''s my initial suspicion. We can involve the maritime police for a detailed investigation," the
lifeguard replied.
At that moment, another lifeguard brought a thin nket and covered Munin. They also handed him a
cup of hot water.
"Keep yourself warm for now, drink some hot water. You''re showing signs of hypothermia. It will take
time to reach the shore, so you need to stay warm," the lifeguard instructed.
Munin took the cup and said, "Thank you."
At this moment, he still looked dazed. Holding the hot water, he took a few sips slowly, almost choking.
The sudden warmth made his whole body tremble violently. Wrapped in the nket, he appeared weak
and helpless.
Joyce feltpassion.
She stood up and said to Luther, "Since we''ve saved him, we can''t just ignore him. After all, he''s being
chased by someone and has amnesia. He doesn''t know who wants to harm him, and that''s the most
dangerous thing. If we rashly send him back to Country W, it''s no different from killing him. If we hand
him overpletely to the police, what if they find him through special channels? He won''t escape
death either. We saved him in vain."
Luther frowned, knowing Joyce''s kind-hearted nature.
He pulled her aside.
"We''re not saints, we can''t save everyone. I know you''re kind, but kindness is not a cheap virtue.
Besides, how do you know if what he''s saying is true or false? What if he''s deceiving us or has ulterior
motives, pretending to have amnesia? What if we fall into a trap? Think about it, why is it so
coincidental? He appears in the sea area and we happen to encounter him."
Joyce furrowed her brow. "Have you been under too much stress recently? I think your deduction is
unfounded. First of all, our decision to go fishing was impromptu. Plus, who would know our
whereabouts? How could someone manage to be conveniently encountered by us? It''s clearly just a
coincidence that we happened to save him."
Luther frowned, "You have a point. I have been overly cautious, mainly because of our past
experiences. I''ve been thinking deeply, and it''s for your own good."
He nced down at Joyce''s swollen belly.
"We don''t have the energy to deal with trivial matters with your due date approaching. Let''s leave it to
the police to handle it. We''ve done our part."
Joyce bit her lip, hesitating. Luther was right.
At that moment, Munin, sitting on the ground, sneakily nced at Joyce, his gaze filled with
mncholy.
He spoke up voluntarily, "You don''t have to feel obligated. Hand me over to the police. I should have
died, but you saved me today. I''m deeply grateful and will remember your great kindness. I don''t dare
to ask for more. Thank you."
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With that said, he weakly supported his frail body and stood up crookedly, bowing deeply in gratitude to
Joyce and Luther.
Catching a glimpse of the child in Joyce''s womb, he ced a hand on his waist and revealed a pale
smile.
"You will be the best mother in this world, gentle, kind-hearted, and pure. Your soon-to-be-born child is
truly fortunate. I wish for all your desires toe true and for everything to go smoothly. After we reach
the shore, let us part ways."
Joyce opened her mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.
However, at that moment, Munin suddenly staggered and fell heavily with a loud thud. The cup in his
hand spilled all over the floor.
Surprised, Joyce eximed, "What happened to him?"
Having said that, the lifeguard repeatedly pressed Munin''s pressure point.
Luther furrowed his brow, clenched his fists, released them, and clenched them again.
Finally, he agreed, "Alright, I''ll follow your lead."
Joyce smiled lightly and said, "That''s settled then."
Luther embraced Joyce, "You''ve been standing for too long. Let me help you inside the cabin to rest for
a while. Don''t worry about anything else." Read at NovelDrama.Org
"Okay," Joyce nodded.
They walked away together, heading towards the cabin.
Meanwhile, under the lifeguard''s "rescue," Munin suddenly opened his eyes.
He stared intently at Joyce''s figure, his eyes filled with an eerie light.
His name wasn''t Munin at all. It was all part of his n.
His real name was Clint!