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Joyce shrunk away in discomfort as he stared intently at her. She asked warily, “W-Why
are you looking at me like that? I-Is there something on my face?”
Hearing that, Jonathan stepped forward and shielded her. He glared at Stanley. “Why are
you staring at my daughter? I'll gouge your eyes out!”
Stanley looked up and met Jonathan's eyes calmly. Then he turned away nonchalantly.
Jonathan was infuriated as he felt disregarded again after taking in Stanley's reaction.
“You...” This brat is really the Rivers family's nemesis. All of our family members couldn't
stay composed whenever facing him.
“That's enough, Dad.” Joyce got to her feet while holding the first-aid kit. She gently
tugged at her father's sleeves. “Don't stoop to his level.”
She shook her head at Jonathan, sending him a clear message that he wasn't Stanley's
match.
Moreover, there were grudges between the Rivers family and Stanley, not to mention that
was also a critical moment for Stanley to let Jonathan off the hook, so things would spiral
out of control if they pursued that matter further.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlthough Jonathan was reluctant to yield in an argument with Stanley, his desire not to
disappoint his daughter took precedence.
Ultimately, he sighed and conceded.
“Dad, let's sit over there. I'll tend to your wound.” She pointed at two chairs nearby.
Jonathan hummed in acknowledgment. “All right. Let's go.”
The pair of father and daughter moved toward the chairs before them.
Once seated, Joyce opened the first-aid kit.
She was caught in a tight spot when she saw the items inside the kit because she didn't
know how to use them.
Joyce was especially befuddled by the sequence of application.
Noticing his daughter staring blankly at the things inside the first-aid kit, Jonathan
fathomed the problem. He patted Joyce's shoulder. “Forget it, Joyce. Look at my hand. It's
not bleeding that much anymore.”
He spread his palm and showed it to Joyce as he spoke.
Indeed, the condition of the wound was as Jonathan described. The bleeding was minimal
now.
However, the blood had clotted and dried into a scab on the surface of the broken skin,
forming a frightening sight.
Joyce shook her head and said, “No. We can't do that. What if the wound becomes
inflamed?”
A large area of his skin, including the skin of his few finger joints, was torn, so it was
necessary to bandage the wound.
A wealth of warmth suffused Jonathan when he took in his daughter's determined
appearance. He could sense her concern and filial piety.
“Let's summon a doctor over, then,” he suggested.
Joyce bit her lip. “That's the only thing we can do now.”
With that, she placed down the first-aid kit and was about to leave.
Suddenly, Stanley, who had been gazing out the window, turned around and uttered,
“Disinfect the wound first before putting on the bandage.”
“Huh?” Joyce halted in her tracks after hearing him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStanley thought she didn't hear him clearly, so he pursed his lips and repeated himself.
Joyce continued to gape at him. “A-Are you teaching me how to tend to the injury?”
Stanley's eyes gleamed, and he remained silent.
Jonathan snorted. “Joyce, what's that nonsense? Do you think he will teach you? He can't
wait for all of our family members to die. There's no way he'll be so kind.”
Stanley frowned after hearing Jonathan's remarks. I want their entire family to die? I see.
So, that's how the Rivers family members regard me.
Clueless about the thoughts going through Stanley's mind, Jonathan waved his hand at
Joyce. “Joyce, go and call a doctor here. Just ignore him.”
“Hold on, Dad.” Joyce shook her head. Instead of leaving, she sat down and gazed at
Stanley. “D-Dr. Quinn, were you really teaching me what to do just now? If that's the case,
can you please continue?”
With that, she bowed at him.
Jonathan panicked at that sight and immediately pulled her up. “What are you doing,
Joyce? Are you begging him?”
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