You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1953: Never Give Up

As tpassed day by day, September arrived in the blink of an eye. This was the month when Joyce was due to give birth.

Life seemed to have little commotion. Luther and Joyce went about their daily routines, with Joyce attending her regular check-ups,

monitoring the baby's heartbeat, and her belly growing larger by the day. Her protruding abdomen made it hard for her to see her

own feet when she looked down. Walking beca challenge, especially when navigating stairs, requiring assistance. Luther put

aside his work to spend more tby her side.

Anderson and Alisha went to kindergarten as usual, with Cecelia taking good care of them. Their days were calm and not too

hectic.

The only change was the diminishing smile on Joyce's face. As her body grew heavier, her inner worries intensified. Luther had

taken all the antidotes prepared by Dr. Jocelyn, but there had been no improvement. Luther had lost his sense of taste completely,

unable to savor anything. Despite his daily search for biological information through extensive data comparison, the task proved to

be an immense challenge with no results thus far.

It was a rest day.

Luther woke up early in the morning, with Joyce still asleep beside him, the sky just turning bright outside.

He sat up gently, watching her, knowing how difficult things had becfor her lately. Carrying twins was no easy feat, and with

her belly growing larger, finding a comfortable sleeping position at night had beca struggle. Luther had bought a leg rest and

a special waist cushion, but they provided little relief for her backaches. Sleeping on her back made her feel suffocated, while

sleeping on her side left her feeling sore.

He often felt her tossing and turning, unable to move comfortably, yet reluctant to disturb him.

Seeing her struggle pained him deeply. So, he would always hug her tightly against his back, supporting her waist, allowing her to

sleep on her side. Only after she had drifted off would he finally fall asleep himself.

He was grateful for the fact that during her first pregnancy, he was not able to be by her side until she gave birth. This time, he

could fulfill his duties. He hoped he could hold on a little longer and see his children.

Joyce was still fast asleep.

Luther gently withdrew his arm, put on his coat, and tiptoed out of bed. She hadn't been sleeping well, and he wanted her to rest a

while longer.

With tstill on his hands, Luther left hand drove to his destination. Today, he had a meeting scheduled with Mr. Baldwin,

deliberately keeping it a secret from Joyce.

As autumn approached outside, the leaves were turning yellow, dancing in the wind as they fell. When all the leaves had turned

yellow, it would be tfor Joyce to give birth.

Luther steered the wheel with one hand, the other supporting his chin in deep thought.

Before long, he arrived at Mr. Baldwin's office.

He had chosen a Sunday visit to avoid being seen by others.

The lawyer was already waiting and greeted Luther respectfully as he entered. Luther took a seat on the sofa while Mr. Baldwin

presented the computer and handed him a thick stack of files.

"Mr. Warner, this is the latest will drafted according to your instructions. It includes the transfer of shares to your wife, the

distribution of assets to your children, parts for setting up trusts, and various insurance policies. There are details of your other

relatives’ shares as well, all carefully noted. Take a look through them and see if there are any changes you'd like to make." Mr.

Baldwin opened the files.

Luther took the mouse and scrolled down, carefully going through each page.

It was a necessary task that must be done, arranging all his affairs. With numerous properties under his nand assets

continually appreciating, there had been constant changes. This was his sixth tmeeting with the lawyer to discuss and revise

the documents. Today was likely the final time. After signing, he would have all the assets sorted out and distributed.

After nearly an hour of review, Luther spoke, "No issues. You have considered everything thoroughly."

The lawyer handed him a pen, saying, "Please sign; there are quite a few places to sign. After you're done, | will take them for

notarization. Here is also a power of attorney document for you to sign."

"Okay." Luther took the pen Mr. Baldwin offered.

Just as he was about to sign,

The office door was pushed open forcefully.

Both Mr. Baldwin and Luther turned to the noise.

Who would be visiting on a weekend?

Luther was slightly surprised to see Joyce walking in, and he quickly stood up and went to her, supporting her.

Joyce, panting and sweating lightly, hurriedly made her way in, breathless.

"Why are you here? Your movements are restricted, you should try to stay indoors more these days," Luther expressed concern,

"Just sit on the couch for a moment, I'll get you swater."

Pushing Luther away, Joyce stood in front of the sofa, bending over to pick up the documents from the coffee table.

"What is this?" she raised the documents in her hand, questioning, "You sneaked out behind my back just to sign this? A will?"

Luther felt a bit embarrassed, caught off guard by her discovery. He thought she wouldn't notice, but she was evidently too

perceptive.

"I..." he didn't know how to explain, any words would hurt her.

"I'll step out for a moment, you two talk it out," Mr. Baldwin tactfully got up, though it was his office, he wanted to give them some

space. He understood a bit about Mr. Warner's physical condition. He could only sympathize with them.

"lI won't let you make a will!" Joyce's eyes reddened, "I don't want anything, don't you dare hand anything over to me! | just want

you to be well."

Luther sighed, embracing Joyce, "I'm sorry. It's my fault, but | have to plan for the future. The company is a shareholding structure,

and if | don't clarify the details of inheritance, you will face many difficulties in the future. | don't want... in case I... leave a bunch of

troubles for you to handle."

"Don't say such things! There is no 'in case'! | refuse to deal with it. Do you lack confidence in yourself? Or in me? | will find a way!

| don't need you to leave an escape route for me! | don't need it!" Joyce grew increasingly agitated as she spoke, tears streaming

down her face. In anger, she threw the documents into the trash, "I won't plan for the worst. | will never give up. And you mustn't

give up either."

Bowing his head, Luther gently wiped away her tears, sighing.

"Okay, | won't sign. | won't give up. Let's go back now, alright? It's the weekend; I'll take you to the seaside for sgrilled

seafood."

With her due date approaching, Joyce had becmore sensitive and fragile. She nestled into his arms, trembling all over.

She nodded, "Okay."

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