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Joy was written all over Peter's face as he stood up, excited by his thoughts. “Don't worry,
Dr. Quinn. Leave Ms. Rivers to us. We will ensure she and her baby gets the best
treatment.”
Stanley hummed in response. “Thank you in advance then.”
“No problem. We are the ones who should be thanking you.” Peter chuckled politely. He
looked at the time. “Dr. Quinn, it's getting late, and I have a cesarean section to get to, so
I need to take my leave now. I will instruct them to prepare Ms. Rivers' ward and treatment
plan.”
“Okay.” Stanley nodded before passing Joyce's identification card to Peter.
Peter took it and left with the nurse.
Stanley closed his eyes after they left. He pondered about ways to boost Joyce's mood.
I know Joyce had been feeling down, depressed and uneasy all this time. All these bad
vibes will only harm her body in the long run. But I didn't expect these things to affect the
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Initially, Stanley wanted to adjust her mood slowly. But it seemed his plan wasn't going to
work now.
While the man was deep in thought, the door to the kitchen opened, and Joyce walked out
with a pot of coffee. She was surprised when she noticed only Stanley was left in the
room. “Eh? Where did they go?”
“What do you mean?” Stanley widened his eyes at her.
Joyce answered honestly, “I heard you talking to someone when I was in the kitchen. That
was why I made coffee for them. Who would have expected them to leave before I came
out?”
“Yeap. They left.” Stanley glanced at the ward's entrance.
Joyce stared at the coffee in her hands. “It's a waste of my coffee then.”
Stanley's expression darkened. “I'm still here, though. Why can't I drink the coffee?”
What does she mean that it's a waste? Why does she automatically ignore me?
Joyce blinked. “No, you can't drink this. It's not healthy for you to overconsume coffee
now, so you'd better not have it. It is not beneficial for your recovery. I'll make something
else for you.”
With that, Joyce returned to the kitchen with the coffee as she was determined not to let
Stanley drink the coffee.
Stanley laughed in exasperation. Why is she so stubborn? But then her behavior reminded
me of the young her. She used to be obstinate too. It's fine. If she doesn't want to drink
the coffee, then I don't. I'll do as she says so she doesn't feel afraid of me or feel uneasy
around me. Maybe that way, her mood will get better.
With that in mind, Stanley grabbed the medical magazine beside him and started
browsing through it.
On the other side, Natalie finally awakened. She opened her eyes to the sight of a warm
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However, she felt discomfort in her body just as she got up. Natalie moaned in pain before
falling back onto the bed, drowsiness overtaking her.
The man sitting on the couch near Natalie heard her movement. He put away the laptop
on his lap before heading to bed. Shane stared at the groggy woman rubbing her eyes as
a smile appeared on his face. “You're awake?”
Natalie hummed in response. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, unlike her usual
sweet voice. “What time is it?”
Taken aback by the changes in her voice, Natalie covered her mouth quickly as the shock
was written all over her face.
Eh! What happened to my voice? Why do I suddenly sound like this?
She wasn't the only one appalled by her voice, Shane was surprised too. He hadn't
expected Natalie's voice to turn out this way.
Quickly, he regained his senses, smiling. “I think you need some water to soothe your
throat.”
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