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Mr. Adonis explains to Joyce why he is welcoming Ula and her child into the house. "Miss Ula is currently ill. The doctor says her condition may not be curable. Her biggest concern now is Celina. When she passes away, the little one will have nowhere to turn to." Without waiting for her father to finish, Joyce voiced his thoughts, "So that's why you want to marry her out of compassion, to legally take care of the daughter in her place. What if I don't agree?"

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I stopped and turned to face him with a smile, "Big Brother, is there anything you need?" "The young lady seems to be very defensive towards me, why is that? We've only met once." Ulysses' expression showed that he was hurt, but there was little emotion in his dark eyes. I always felt uncomfortable around him, and that was why. Ulysses is more like an emotionless puppet than a human being, acting out emotions of joy and anger. He tilts his head: "Did Elio say something bad about me?" "Hahaha, no such thing. Brother Ulysses is just thinking too much!"

Jerry had helped him a lot already and his own pride refused to beg him to not sell the place, especially when Jerry needed the money for his mother's treatments. He looked through the glass-sheathed walls of the small, colourful flower shop and felt sudden warmth spreading through his chest when he saw Joy smiling brightly at Uncle Desmond. She was handing him the usual lilies packed in brown paper. He could feel himself getting embarrassed when he remembered that this wasn't the first time he had stared at her through the glass. For Joy, their first meeting was when he was about to commit suicide at the bridge, but for him, he had seen her way before that.

Joyce sighed and walked over to the bed stand drawer, she pulled it open and rummaged through the contents then pulled out a file. “Here, he asked me to give you this,” Mrs. Joyce said, stretching the file towards me. I grabbed it and rashly tore out the envelope. My heart dropped as I stared at the prints on the paper. “What’s that, ma’am?” Mrs. Joyce asked, leaning closer to take a peek at the paper. “A divorce?” I muttered and gasped. The paper fell out of my hands and I started shaking violently. My feet felt weak and couldn’t carry my body anymore.

Joyce immediately walked closer to the girl's body. He immediately took Jessica's bag which was on the table, very slowly so as not to be caught. Because the only way to see his identity is with the bag. While William was still trying to calm him down to stop crying. In fact, his body got clawed by Jessica because occasionally he raved. Even the scratch to make a mark. Mr. Joyce immediately read carefully Jessica's identity card. He even found a diary.He immediately read every page of the book. Maybe it's personal, but because of his high curiosity, he wanted to read the book.

"Oh my God! That man is a devil." Camille stared at her friend, her eyes teary. "I'm afraid, Joyce," she whispered, tears spilling over. "I am so afraid." Joyce pulled her close, murmuring words of comfort to her friend. "What do I do? I can't even run from the General even if I try. I... I thought I was fine with dying, but... I... I... don't want to die." Joyce didn't say anything— instead, she let her hands stroking her friend's back softly, do the talking. And she didn't stop until Camille cried out her fears and eventually, out of exhaustion, fell asleep.

And when our eyes meet, I recognized him immediately. The man from my dreams, the same unforgettable one from yesterday. I stared into his eyes for a long time, they contained longing, joy, and a question. My lips parted, it was as if we were the only ones in this room. "Jace, Clyde!" Joyce's joyful exclamation pierced this amazing bubble, throwing us both back to earth...

he turned around and looked at me, “Don’t blame Jack. I don’t know the whole story but you…” His expression had softened. “I don’t blame him Lilly. I forgave him three years ago when I saw him standing over Elle’s grave after the funeral mumbling something. I forgave him not because it was his fault but because he wasn’t going to forgive himself for what happened. I envy that bastard. I envy him because he was there for her and I wasn’t. He could see her be herself once last time. Free and wild and happy! That’s how she was inside the water” he smiled as if recalling his memories of her sister but then his eyes suddenly went dark, “Anger boils inside me when I see his face knowing it was the

If she would not let him go, then it wouldn’t have been pointless. Knowing what she’d been through, Ullysis suddenly felt the same pain in his heart. It was so painful that he had to gasp for air. He gripped his phone so tightly that the veins in his arm popped out. It was as if that were the only way to ease the pain. After taking a deep breath, he finally asked, “Are you free now?” “Nope.” Ullysis sighed again. “So what are you doing?” Didn’t I tell you? I’m reading a novel."

A wisp of ridicule was contained in Joyce's face. Lucas smiled. He did. When Joyce saw that Lucas smiled, his pupils couldn't help rapidly shrinking. "How come you laugh?" Joyce stared at Lucas. Besides Joyce, all of Ultimate Organization's disciples were infuriated as well. "Trash like you can be defeated with a single finger of mine," Lucas slowly said to Joyce. ... Hearing that, all the ones present were stunned, thinking that Lucas was the most arrogant person they had ever seen. ... ... Joyce said to Lucas indifferently word by word, "What did you say?"