You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1713: Can He Still Be Trusted?

Joyce realized that the problem was far more serious than she had imagined.

She stood up and paced back and forth in the living room, replaying recent events in her mind, trying to find the connections.

But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't cup with any clues.

At that moment, her phone rang again.

She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at her phone. The caller ID showed Juanita's name. She hesitated for a moment, but if

she didn't answer Juanita's call, Juanita would only becmore worried.

After answering the call, sure enough, Juanita's voice cthrough screaming, "Oh my god, Joyce, you just returned to Khebury,

what on earth happened? Mr. Warner's first love from ten years ago is back? Is it true or not?"

The voice was too loud, and Joyce couldn't bear such a high decibel level. She couldn't help but close one eye.

"Maybe it's true, maybe it's not," she replied vaguely.

"What kind of answer is that?" Juanita complained, "Tellquickly, what's going on? Mr. Warner has another first love? I've never

heard of it before, and I've been at R&S Group for quite stime. | wouldn't have missed such a big gossip. | always thought you

were his first love."

Joyce rubbed her temples. "Juanita, the situation is a bit complicated. | can't explain it right now. Just focus on taking care of

yourself and don't get involved in these matters. Karl must have advised you as well, so listen to him."

"He toldnot to get involved, that it's a matter between you and Mr. Warner. But how can | not ask? You two have been through

so much, and you finally had speace for a few days, and now a first love suddenly appears to intervene between you." Juanita

shouted.

"All | can say is that there is such a person, but there may be sinconsistencies," Joyce explained, "Givestat least.

I will handle it."

"Joyce, no matter what, don't believe those rumors. | believe in Mr. Warner, and | believe in my own intuition. Mr. Warner is not that

kind of person. The way he looks at you, his actions towards you, it's all filled with deep affection, and everyone can see it. | don't

believe any other woman can take advantage of that, even if he had a first love, it's already in the past." Juanita said.

Joyce responded with a noncommittal "Hmm."

"And you absolutely cannot back down, and you absolutely cannot let things escalate. You must drive that woman away, do you

understand? This is not the tto prioritize your pride. Think about Anderson, think about the fact that you're pregnant with

twins. Don't be reserved when it comes to matters of the heart, understand? Don't hide away just because you've been hurt, and

end up helping others, understand?"

Joyce rubbed her forehead, accepting Juanita's advice. "l understand. | won't."

If it was just about a woman, things would be simple.

But it was probably not that simple at all.

"Juanita, another call is coming in, I'll hang up now," Joyce glanced at her phone and saw that her mother Cecelia was calling.

"Okay, remember, if you need someone to talk to, remember to call me. If you need advice, remember to ask me! Bye."

"Okay," Joyce replied before switching to Cecelia's call.

"Mom, did you call me?" Her voice sounded calm.

Cecelia's gentle voice cthrough, "Joyce, have you been experiencing severe morning sickness recently? Do you needto

cand take care of you for a few days?"

Cecelia's wording was tactful, indicating that she already knew about the situation. Joyce naturally understood that her mother was

asking how she was doing and if she needed their support.

She replied, "Mom, I'm fine. I'm used to being here, everything is good. Don't worry, everything is normal."

Unlike Juanita, Cecelia was calm and reserved. "Since you say so, | naturally feel relieved. The military is changing defense

positions at the border these days. When Mr. Dewey passes through Khebury, I'll have him bring sthings for you to eat and

use. You'll find them useful."

Joyce paused for a moment. It was probably not just about food and necessities. If Mr. Dewey was making a trip alone, there must

be something else important, whether it was equipment or tools.

"Okay, thank you, Mom," Joyce replied. "I'm sorry for worrying you"How could | be worried? | hope | can help in any way possible.

Don't worry about the Capital, I'll take care of it. I'll hang up now, you must be busy with many things." Cecelia spoke softly.

"Yeah, goodbye, Mom."

After hanging up the phone, Joyce let out a heavy sigh. As expected, her phone had been ringing non-stop. Aimost everyone who

needed to call her had already done so.

She needed to catch her breath. Cecelia understood her well, not probing too deeply and offering help without burdening her. It

was warm enough to have a mother like her, a true blessing in life.

After taking a short break, Darrin returned to the Warner residence after dropping off Anderson. He reported to Joyce, "General, I've

taken care of everything at the kindergarten. There won't be any private discussions."

Joyce nodded.

Just then, Mr. Arnold suddenly walked in. "Mrs. Warner, someone has returned in Mr. Warner's car. He said he wants to collect Mr.

Warner's everyday clothes and personal items. | don't know this driver, but he has a handwritten letter from Mr. Warner."

Darrin was taken aback. "Collecting personal items? Is Mr. Warner not planning to chome? Is he moving out?"

He turned to look at Joyce, his expression displeased. "General, in that case, can you still trust him?"

Mr. Arnold spoke solemnly, "lI want to say something. I've watched Mr. Warner grow up. I've never heard of his first love. Mrs.

Warner, you must trust him. It's impossible."

Joyce stood up and walked towards Mr. Arnold. "Where's the letter? Letsee."

Mr. Arnold handed over a letter with both hands.

Darrin quickly walked to Joyce's side.

Joyce opened the letter, and indeed, it was Luther's handwriting. It listed a general inventory. Ten suits, six overcoats, matching

shirts, shoes, ties, cufflinks, and everyday items... The last line read, "Hand over to the new driver."

She furrowed her brows and said to Mr. Arnold, "Bring him in."

Mr. Arnold nodded respectfully and went out to bring the driver in.

"You're the new driver?" Joyce glanced at the person, a tall figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with a slightly fierce

appearance.

"What's your name?" she asked casually.

The new driver was arrogant and lifted his chin. "Mr. Warner didn't tellto say."

Darrin found his attitude extremely unpleasant.

Joyce smiled and didn't pursue the matter.

Darrin whispered in Joyce's ear, "He looks skilled, definitely more than just a driver. His movements suggest he's trained. He's more

than meets the eye."

Joyce understood in her heart. Her gaze shifted downward, finally resting on the driver's wrist, where a small portion of a tattoo

was revealed.

Her eyes narrowed. Karl had reminded her, and now she was seeing a tattoo like this again.

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