You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 121

Joyce went to R&S Group headquarters after that. She worked late that day and just returned with Luther.

She was surprised for a moment to see Shelly at the Warner family. Shelly had a rather weird schedule for her work and she would not come home every day where. She usually came back whenever she wanted, but she didn't even bother to say hello. She didn’t see her often.

Joyce said hello and headed for Stephanie's room.

Shelly held out an arm to block her way, looking haughty, "Grandma just fell asleep, so don't bother."

Joyce was on her feet, "Oh."

Then, she turned around and prepared to head for the second-floor room.

Shelly was apparently making things difficult for him, yet Joyce did not want that trouble, so she simply hid away.

At this time, Jacqueline was sitting on the living room sofa and spoke in a cool voice, "Why don't you even greet me when you see me? Not even the most basic manners?"

With the curtains closed and the living room darkly lit, Joyce really didn't notice that Jacqueline was here today.

After all, she was an elder, so she turned around and called out respectfully, "Hello, auntie."

Jacqueline's makeup was exquisite, her hair was well-dressed, and she had a superior look. She squinted at Joyce and sneered, "You don't even think about a cup of tea when someone comes to your home? Hey, can’t really expect those born in small families to just know the rules."

Joyce smiled and retorted, "First of all, I am not really like I am at home. Secondly, you are not guests either."

"It is just ridiculous that you are both unwilling to acknowledge my identity and want to accuse me of not entertaining you as the host of the family."

She showed a touch of disdain. Also from a wealthy family, Cecelia was completely different. She was elegant and noble, tolerant and gentle.

And they just looked down upon everyone they met.

"How dare you speak to me like that?! Uneducated bitch!" Jacqueline's face turned green with anger.

Joyce did not want to argue with her, went straight to the nearby water fountain, poured a cup of boiling water, walked up, and put it on the coffee table in front of Jacqueline, "Be careful with the hot water, drink it later when it's cold. Auntie, there's nothing for me to do, I'll go to my room first."

If you keep tangling with a mad dog, it simply won't work out.

"Wait…" Jacqueline's arrogant face crossed with a hint of dissimulation, and a scheme suddenly came to her mind.