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Stanley became curious about his unborn child suddenly. He wanted to know what his
biological child would look like.
To put things simply, he was curious about this baby, and there was nothing more to the
story than that.
Joyce was unbothered by this, though. She didn't expect him to care for her baby. She only
wanted him not to use this baby as a bargaining chip that he could use to exact revenge
on the Rivers family. Everything else didn't matter to her.
Stanley looked at Joyce, saying, “All right. Go ahead with the hospitalization procedure.
You got to get things done quickly if you want to keep this baby.”
Joyce nodded. “Okay. I'll do that soon. But then, it's late now. Mr. Quinn, are you hungry?”
Stanley lifted his eyes. “Not really.”
He didn't say no right away. Does his 'not really' means that he is starving?
Joyce rolled up her sleeves, peering at Stanley. “What do you want to eat for dinner? I can
cook for you.”
Stanley lowered his gaze, seemingly in deep thought. After a few seconds, he lifted his
head and listed a few dishes.
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Joyce nodded as she was familiar with the preparation method of the dishes Stanley listed
and that it could be done where they were, so she smiled and agreed.
“Very well. I shall go and cook now.” With that, Joyce walked toward the kitchen.
“Wait,” Stanley called out.
Joyce halted in her steps, turning around. “Mr. Quinn, is there anything else that I can help
you with?”
He glanced at her. “Give me your identity card.”
“Identity card?” Joyce was stunned. She probed, “Why do you need that?”
Does he want to take my identity card so that I won't get to escape in the future?
Stanley watched the expression change on Joyce's face, immediately understanding that
she had mistaken his intention. Speechless, he said, “You're overthinking this again.”
Joyce stuck out her tongue guiltily without speaking.
Oops! I can't help it. I've told him just now. He traumatized me so much that whenever he
requests something, I will overthink the situation.
“Please change that habit of yours.” Stanley furrowed his brows. “You will suffer from
mental issues if you continue to stress yourself out this way.”
Joyce lowered her head even further. She knew she was being neurotic, which didn't help
with her health, but Joyce couldn't control how her brain worked.
It's fine! I'll try to get rid of this habit slowly.
“I need your identity card to proceed with the hospitalization procedure,” Stanley
explained.
Joyce widened her eyes. “You're going to handle my hospitalization procedure?”
“Yes.” Stanley cocked his head nonchalantly.
Joyce waved her hands. “There's no need to do that, Mr. Quinn. I can do this myself. I've
already agreed to stay in the hospital just now. I just said I'm going to do it later, so it's
okay. I'll head there by myself soon.”
“Who knows whether this matter will slip your mind or not?” Stanley pushed his glasses as
impatience became noticeable in his voice. “Come on. Just give your identity card to me.
I'll do it for you.”
With that, he extended his hand toward Joyce. He was so determined that it seemed like
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhe wouldn't back down until Joyce did as she was told.
Joyce knew she had no reason to reject Stanley anymore. Left without a choice, she went
over to her bag, took out her identity card, and handed it to him.
“All right. Go on and do your stuff.” Stanley retracted his arm, satisfied by how obedient
Joyce was.
“All right. Thank you, Mr. Quinn.” Joyce bowed at Stanley slightly before dashing toward
the kitchen.
With Stanley left behind in the ward, he lowered his eyes to look at the identity card in his
hand as mixed emotions flashed across his eyes.
The man instantly recognized that Joyce's identity card was taken while she was in
university because he had seen how she looked like while she was a college student.
Besides, Joyce was a listless person. Unlike most average women, she didn't like to take
photos frequently.
Ultimately, that was why she had used the photo taken during her university days in most
of her identification documents. To her, changing the photo was unnecessary, and as long
as it could be used, Joyce was fine with it.