You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1948

Chapter 1948 Almost Busted

On the other side, Joyce woke up nearly around noon at home. Staying up late the night before left her feeling groggy and uncomfortable in the morning. As she sat up in bed, she noticed her phone on the bedside table. Opening the messages, she saw Luther's note, "I'm heading to the group first, you rest well." Below was a big hug emoji. Joyce couldn't help but chuckle, noting how Luther had become so affectionate and clingy, a stark contrast to his past image.

Her heart filled with tenderness but also deep worry, she proactively called Dr. Jocelyn after getting up. Dr. Jocelyn was frank, and upon learning about recent developments, Joyce had a clear understanding and felt even more weighed down.

Having breakfast at what was actually lunchtime, Cecelia prepared some light porridge and side dishes for Joyce, knowing she wouldn't have much of an appetite after waking up late. Bringing the meal to Joyce, Cecelia inquired, "Is Luther's health condition acting up again?"

Joyce nodded, "Yes. We still need to find the original microbial code. I'm currently trying to search through the data you provided me with."

A look of concern flashed in Cecelia's eyes, "Oh, I never expected the warlord's lab to leave such a big hidden danger. If I had known... it's all my fault... I shouldn't have supported their so-called research, only to be exploited by malicious individuals."

Joyce gently covered Cecelia's hand, "How could it be your fault, Mom? Don't dwell on it. There's still time. We will fight for it. By the way, I have an appointment with the doctor for prenatal check-ups. We'll leave after lunch."

Cecelia stood up, "I'll go with you."

"No need. After the hospital, I have to stop by the company, and by the time I get home, it'll be late. Mom, stay home and wait for Anderson and Alisha." Joyce spoke softly, "I'll be fine alone."

After some thought, Cecelia agreed, "Alright. You take care, and if the doctor says anything, make sure to inform me promptly."

"Sure. Rest assured, they are healthy in my belly. I can feel them moving around every day." Joyce said, her lips filled with tenderness, reaching out to gently caress her prominent belly.

Cecelia nodded. After finishing the meal, Joyce tidied up a bit, found her prenatal check-up booklet, and tucked it into her bag. Then she headed out and downstairs.

Upon reaching the first floor, she unexpectedly found Munin standing in the lobby. Spotting Joyce, Munin turned around, his face still pale, and he smiled, "Where are you going? Heading out?"

Joyce nodded.

Clint noticed the bag Joyce was carrying, one of which seemed hospital-issued, bearing a simple pregnant woman symbol. He pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you going to the hospital? For prenatal check-ups?"

Joyce looked down at the bag in her hand, "You observe quite closely. Yes, I'm about to leave."

"Alone?"

Clint glanced around but didn't see anyone accompanying Joyce.

Joyce nodded, "Of course, it's just a small matter, no need to trouble others."

Clint shrugged, "I'll accompany you. I'm bored anyway and need to get out of the house."

Joyce was speechless, "You're a man. What do you want to do at the obstetrics and gynecology department? And can you handle the food and accommodation here?"

In his mind, Clint sneered, having been brought up as the crown prince and having everything at his disposal. How could he possibly handle the food and accommodation here? But it was bearable and slightly comfortable. He was only enduring these hardships to get close to her.

"Sure, you've provided me with such good conditions. I'm so grateful." Clint took the initiative to grab Joyce's bag and said, "I won't accompany you to the obstetrics and gynecology department. I'll be your driver. It's not convenient for you to drive with the big belly, and I see you don't like having a driver. I'll drive, and I'll wait for you at the hospital entrance."