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.
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 I 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. I really want to see
what they look like, if they resemble you or me. I hope it''s you."
Joyce nced at him, "But I 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."
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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?"
Suddenly, Joyce grasped Luther''s hand tightly, "On the way back, I 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."
Luther clenched his fists, realizing that she knew everything.
"What? It''s not as serious as you think."
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. I owe you too much from the past. I just want you and the children to be well,
and I will be content."
"No, you don''t owe me. I 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, "I should be the one apologizing for upsetting you today. I didn''t
consider your feelings. I promise never to make a will again."