What stunned Joyce even more was what happened next.The woman who'd been acting untouchable just moments ago dropped to her knees the instant she saw Joyce's father, Terrence Foster."Mr. Foster…? "W-why are you here?" her voice trembled.Terrence didn't spare her so much as a glance. Instead, he walked straight up to me. The stern authority on his face melted instantly into a warm, almost paternal smile. "Are you hurt, Henry? It's best not to come to places like these too often, my boy."I smiled. "I'm fine, sir. Joyce's friends were just a little too enthusiastic. They were just joking around with me, that's all."Terrence turned around, his gaze landing on Lucius, who'd been hiding in the corner. "Joking, huh? What kind? Tell me."Joyce lowered her head, not daring to say a word.Lucius was shaking so badly he could barely stand.I sighed, as if embarrassed, and said lightly, "It's nothing, really. This guy over here keeps on telling Joyce to call him her daddy, and for me
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