Chapter 1957: Severely Affecting Emotions


    Chapter 1957: Severely Affecting Emotions


    His heart ached, for he had never seen Joyce in such pain. In his perception, Joyce was confident,


    independent, and strong, never sumbing to difficulties. Perhaps nearing childbirth had severely


    affected her emotions; in just a few days, he had already seen her cry several times.


    He did not know how to make her feel better, nor dare to think about how long it would take for her to


    ovee the pain if he were not there one day.


    He had heard that if one continued to feel low after childbirth, they were at risk of postpartum


    depression. Given his current physical condition, he knew he could notst much longer. To make it to


    the birth of the child was already a blessing. He could clearly feel his weakening heartbeat, sweating all


    over, and he dared not tell Joyce that the past two days had brought a slight blurriness to his vision,


    with frequent double images.


    How could he be at ease when she was so distraught?


    "We should go back," Joyce insisted.


    "Okay, I''ll follow your lead," Luther acquiesced.


    They embraced on the terrace, the sea breeze gently lifting their clothes. Seemingly warm, yet filled


    with mncholy.


    Little did they know.


    This scene was all observed by Anderson.


    The young boy hid behind heavy curtains, unnoticed by the average person.


    He had heard every word of the conversation between his parents just now.


    So, that was what was happening. His father was poisoned, which exined why his mother stayed up


    pushed open the study door, he would always find his mother diligently searching for information on the


    Initially, he did not understand what his mother was doing, only knowing it was rted to


    biopharmaceuticals. Now, he finally understood. He guessed that his father''s poisoning must be rted


    to the field of biology.


    At such a young age, he felt an unprecedented heaviness in his heart.


    After learning the truth, he calmly returned to Alisha''s side, pretending to watch her y.


    It wasn''t until Joyce came to him and softly asked, "Anderson, shall we go home? Mom still has some


    work to do."


    Anderson nodded.


    At that moment, Alisha, who was a bit reluctant, protested, "No, I still want to y. I haven''t been to the


    beach yet, I want to build sandcastles. Can''t we stay a little longer?"


    Joyce was torn, torn between the need to research and not wanting to disappoint her child.


    Anderson then pulled Alisha up from the ground. "Let''s go, back home. Today, I''ll y a new game with


    you, Bubbly Fun. Isn''t that what you''ve been wanting to y? Besides, this area is all rocky, no


    beaches around, not much to y with, our main aim was to eat."


    "Okay," Alisha pouted, reluctantly agreeing.


    The family set off on the return journey.


    The RV was lively inside, with Joyce making juice for Anderson.


    Alisha soon got tired. The seats inside the RV could be reclined into a small bed, veryfortable. She


    kicked off her shoes, falling asleep shortly after.


    Luther sat beside Alisha, gently patting her back to lull her to sleep.


    After a while, Luther, too, leaned against his forehead, falling asleep lightly on the slightly bumpy


    journey.


    Turning around, Joyce noticed Luther had dozed off. She felt sad at this sight. Previously, Luther would


    have never napped in the day, and she knew his body was fatigued; it was instinctive, hard to hide.


    She stood up, took out two thin nkets from the cab, covering them both, and adjusted the RV''s


    air conditioning to a warmer setting to prevent them from catching a cold.


    Upon arriving home, as the vehicle came to a stop,


    Luther jolted awake, realizing he had been napping. Hastily sitting up, he saw Anderson engrossed in a


    game, while Joyce watched beside him. But, their figures appeared slightly blurred. He rubbed his


    temples to clear his mind. Yet, there were still some lingering double images.


    "We''re here," Joyce announced. "Wake Alisha up."


    "No need, let her sleep a bit longer. I''ll carry her inside," Luther bent over, picking up Alisha, and then


    exiting the car.


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    Once inside,


    Luther carried Alisha to her room, tucking her in.


    Cecelia approached and inquired, "Why are you back so soon? Didn''t you want to y longer? Did you


    have fun?"


    Anderson responded, "We had a great time. Since there was no beach, we came back early."


    "I see," Cecelia smiled. "Anderson, do you want to rest a bit?"


    "No, I''m wide awake." Anderson patted his chest.


    "Do you want me to take you to y with the slingshot?" Cecelia suggested.


    Normally, Anderson would have eagerly agreed, but today he declined, "Grandma, maybe another


    time. I want to do something else today."


    Cecelia was taken aback, as ying with the slingshot was Anderson''s favorite pastime.


    She nodded, "Of course. How about I go out for a bit? We''re running low on groceries, I''ll go pick some


    up."


    "Of course," Luther realized Cecelia had something to discuss and dly agreed.


    Joyce hesitated to object but acquiesced in light of Cecelia''s insistence.


    "Fine, you two go ahead. I''ll get back to work."


    As she delved deeper into her work,


    She didn''t notice the soft creak of the door behind her as a small figure slipped in.


    Silently, Anderson approached until he stood by Joyce''s side.


    After watching his mother for a while, he finally spoke, "Mom."


    Startled by the unexpected voice, Joyce turned around quickly, almost hitting the wrong key on the


    keyboard.


    "When did youe in, Anderson?" she asked.


    "I''ve been here for a while, Mom," Anderson said, his expression unusually serious, belying his young


    age.


    Her heart pounding, Joyce asked, "Anderson, is there something on your mind?"