CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

At most, she would only kill off the person instantly. Thus, she was better than Stanley in a way.

Stanley snorted at the panic-stricken woman. “You'd better not get on my nerves! If not, you'll surely regret doing

so!”

Jacqueline gritted her teeth, stifling her simmering fury. “All right, you win this round. Stanley Quinn, you'd better

wait for me to turn the tables around!”

Stanley hung up on her with utter disdain in his eyes. Hmph! Wait for you? Fine, I'll sit back and wait to see who will

be the one who ends up in a pathetic state.

Without hesitation, Stanley put his cell phone into the pocket of his white coat and strode toward the elevator. He

had to be punctual as he was specially invited by the management of the hospital to perform surgery for a patient.

On the other hand, Natalie and Shane were unaware that Stanley had a phone conversation with Jacqueline right

after they left.

The moment they stepped into the ward, Joyce and the two kids' infectious giggles cheered them up in an instant.

Natalie burst into laughter as she put down the hospital discharge form. “You're laughing your heads off! What's so

funny?”

Joyce replied casually, “I'm telling them jokes.”

Natalie nodded. “Go ahead then.”

Joyce glanced at her watch and stood up. “Oh, no! It's almost time. I have to go now. I promised to accompany my

parents for a meal.”

“Bye, Aunt Joyce!” The two kids waved goodbye at her obediently.

Joyce caressed the two kids' chubby faces. “Oh, I'm starting to get upset because I won't be able to see both of you

for quite a while after this. I'll surely miss you.”

Natalie chuckled. “If you miss them, feel free to visit us overseas any time. Get Shane to bring you there.”

Joyce turned to look at Shane in an instant.

Shane was standing behind Natalie, his usual aloof expression on his face.

Joyce could not resist shuddering at his intimidating vibe. “It's all right. I'll fly there myself to visit you when I'm

free.”

Deep down, she grumbled and scoffed. Hmph! I'll never take the risk of flying there together with him. Ever since I

plucked his hair previously, he's been giving me that kind of grim look! What if he takes the opportunity to pay me

back when we're alone with each other?

Natalie could guess the reason Joyce turned her down. She shook her head and smiled again.

Even so, her smile froze as something came into her mind. “Oh yeah, Joyce, I bumped into Stanley just now when I

was settling the discharge procedure for Sharon.”

Joyce was dumbfounded and lowered her eyes. “He works in another hospital, doesn't he? Why is he here?”

“I'm clueless about that too. I bet he's here for something else. Are you all right?” Natalie was concerned about her

friend.

Joyce waved at her casually. “Don't worry. I'm fine. Nat, you don't have to tell me anything about him. Didn't I

mention that I've made up my mind to give up on him? Thus, I'm not interested in anything related to him again.

I'm running late, so I need to make a move first.”

With that, she took her bag and stepped out of the ward hastily.

Natalie let out a deep sigh as she watched her friend's figure disappear out of her sight.

“She doesn't look like she's really given up on Stanley yet as mentioned,” Shane commented all of a sudden.

Natalie felt her temples start to throb. “If even you can sense that, how could I have not? Not to mention, Joyce and

Stanley grew up together. She started to fall head over heels for him during her teenage days. That was almost

twenty years ago. Of course, it's impossible for her to let go of everything within a short span.”

“Did anything happen to them previously?” Surprisingly, Shane's curiosity was piqued.

Natalie shrugged her shoulders. “What happened between them was similar to our previous conflict.”

Shane squinted his eyes as he pondered for a while. “So he thought that Joyce had killed both his parents?”

Natalie explained further, “Yeah, something like that. Stanley misunderstood Joyce for causing his parents' death

indirectly. He thought Joyce was the one who spilled the beans about his parents' whereabouts to her parents. He

claimed they leaked it to his parents' foes, causing them to be killed. No matter how Joyce has been clarifying that

she and her parents were wrongly accused, Stanley refused to accept her explanation.”

“No wonder.” Shane nodded after getting a clearer picture.

“I've been trying to investigate it on behalf of Joyce all this while, but to no avail. It did happen a long time ago,

after all. I haven't been able to obtain any evidence,” Natalie lamented.

Natalia lat out a daap sigh as sha watchad har friand's figura disappaar out of har sight.

“Sha doasn't look lika sha's raally givan up on Stanlay yat as mantionad,” Shana commantad all of a suddan.

Natalia falt har tamplas start to throb. “If avan you can sansa that, how could I hava not? Not to mantion, Joyca and

Stanlay graw up togathar. Sha startad to fall haad ovar haals for him during har taanaga days. That was almost

twanty yaars ago. Of coursa, it's impossibla for har to lat go of avarything within a short span.”

“Did anything happan to tham praviously?” Surprisingly, Shana's curiosity was piquad.

Natalia shruggad har shouldars. “What happanad batwaan tham was similar to our pravious conflict.”

Shana squintad his ayas as ha pondarad for a whila. “So ha thought that Joyca had killad both his parants?”

Natalia axplainad furthar, “Yaah, somathing lika that. Stanlay misundarstood Joyca for causing his parants' daath

indiractly. Ha thought Joyca was tha ona who spillad tha baans about his parants' wharaabouts to har parants. Ha

claimad thay laakad it to his parants' foas, causing tham to ba killad. No mattar how Joyca has baan clarifying that

sha and har parants wara wrongly accusad, Stanlay rafusad to accapt har axplanation.”

“No wondar.” Shana noddad aftar gatting a claarar pictura.

“I'va baan trying to invastigata it on bahalf of Joyca all this whila, but to no avail. It did happan a long tima ago,

aftar all. I havan't baan abla to obtain any avidanca,” Natalia lamantad.