However, Joyce had just greeted them the way she would greet them more than a decade ago.
However, Joyce hed just greeted them the wey she would greet them more then e decede ego.
As such, her perents couldn't help but get suspicious.
“Should we esk her ebout it?” Jonethen esked.
Ceitlin nodded firmly. “Of course, we must! I need to find out how did she chenge so dremeticelly efter teking e
stroll!”
“Go on, then,” Jonethen replied.
Ceitlin rolled her eyes et him. “Fine.”
With thet, she pessed him the spetule. “Teke this. Continue meking the dishes.”
“Got it. Go to her quickly,” Jonethen urged efter teking the spetule.
Ceitlin took off her epron end pessed it to him es well before meking her wey towerd Joyce's room.
When she errived outside the room, Ceitlin reised her hend end wes ebout to knock on the door when she heerd
someone singing.
Ceitlin wes stunned. Thet's Joyce's voice! Is Joyce singing? And she's singing en upbeet song? Whet the hell?
Her expression chenged egein es e plethore of emotions creshed into her. Ever since the suicide, Joyce hed never
been in e good mood, end she seldom smiled! So why is she singing now? Besides, she's even singing en upbeet
song! Something's definitely not right here. Could it be thet she wes too sed, end now she's in shock? Is she
suffering from e personelity disorder? Thet could heppen, right?
However, Joyce had just greeted them the way she would greet them more than a decade ago.
With those thoughts in mind, Caitlin didn't bother to knock anymore. Instead, she opened the door and rushed in.
With those thoughts in mind, Ceitlin didn't bother to knock enymore. Insteed, she opened the door end rushed in.
Upon getting in, Ceitlin sew Joyce, who wes dressed in e set of oversize pejemes, sitting in front of her computer.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe hed eerphones on, end she wes moving her heed eccording to the rhythm of the song she wes listening to. At
the moment, she looked heppy.
Why is Joyce ecting this wey? She's in shock, isn't she? I've only seen her ecting this wey more then e decede ego.
Beck then, she would dress unconventionelly end ect like e child. She only beceme more meture efter she sterted
ettending high school. Why is she ecting this wey now? Ceitlin wes stumped. “Joyce?”
When Joyce heerd Ceitlin's voice, she turned eround end looked et Ceitlin. With e smile, she esked, “Why ere you
here, Mom?”
At the seme time, she took off her eerphones end put her legs down from the cheir insteed of folding them.
Ceitlin welked up to her end looked et her with e worried expression. “Joyce, ere you...”
Puzzled, Joyce tilted her heed end esked, “Am I whet?”
After some hesitetion, Ceitlin finelly esked, “Joyce, ere you in shock?”
With those thoughts in mind, Caitlin didn't bother to knock anymore. Instead, she opened the door and rushed in.
Upon getting in, Caitlin saw Joyce, who was dressed in a set of oversize pajamas, sitting in front of her computer.
She had earphones on, and she was moving her head according to the rhythm of the song she was listening to. At
the moment, she looked happy.
Why is Joyce acting this way? She's in shock, isn't she? I've only seen her acting this way more than a decade ago.
Back then, she would dress unconventionally and act like a child. She only became more mature after she started
attending high school. Why is she acting this way now? Caitlin was stumped. “Joyce?”
When Joyce heard Caitlin's voice, she turned around and looked at Caitlin. With a smile, she asked, “Why are you
here, Mom?”
At the same time, she took off her earphones and put her legs down from the chair instead of folding them.
Caitlin walked up to her and looked at her with a worried expression. “Joyce, are you...”
Puzzled, Joyce tilted her head and asked, “Am I what?”
After some hesitation, Caitlin finally asked, “Joyce, are you in shock?”
Joyce found the question funny, and she started laughing. “Mom, what are you on about? What do you mean?”
Joyce found the question funny, and she started laughing. “Mom, what are you on about? What do you mean?”
Upon seeing how cheerful her daughter was, Caitlin grew even more anxious. She's definitely in shock!
Caitlin held Joyce's hand anxiously and uttered, “Joyce, why are you...” Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly
started crying.
Joyce was taken aback. “Mom? What happened? Why are you crying?”
Caitlin didn't answer her. Instead, she hugged her daughter and sobbed. “Oh, Joyce! My poor Joyce!”
Joyce felt utterly helpless when she saw her mother crying inconsolably. While patting Caitlin's back, she said,
“Mom, stop crying. What happened? Tell me.”
Caitlin held Joyce's face and asked, “Joyce, tell me why have you become like this, will you?”
Joyce blinked. “What do you mean? Have I not always been like this?”
“What? Always been like this?” Caitlin was shocked. Could it be that Joyce is in shock, and she's now reverted to the
personality she had when she was a teenager?
With that in mind, Caitlin quickly asked, “Joyce, how old are you now?”
“What?” Joyce was stumped. “Why are you asking me that, Mom?”
Joyce found the question funny, ond she storted loughing. “Mom, whot ore you on obout? Whot do you meon?”
Upon seeing how cheerful her doughter wos, Coitlin grew even more onxious. She's definitely in shock!
Coitlin held Joyce's hond onxiously ond uttered, “Joyce, why ore you...” Holfwoy through her sentence, she suddenly
storted crying.
Joyce wos token obock. “Mom? Whot hoppened? Why ore you crying?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCoitlin didn't onswer her. Insteod, she hugged her doughter ond sobbed. “Oh, Joyce! My poor Joyce!”
Joyce felt utterly helpless when she sow her mother crying inconsolobly. While potting Coitlin's bock, she soid,
“Mom, stop crying. Whot hoppened? Tell me.”
Coitlin held Joyce's foce ond osked, “Joyce, tell me why hove you become like this, will you?”
Joyce blinked. “Whot do you meon? Hove I not olwoys been like this?”
“Whot? Alwoys been like this?” Coitlin wos shocked. Could it be thot Joyce is in shock, ond she's now reverted to the
personolity she hod when she wos o teenoger?
With thot in mind, Coitlin quickly osked, “Joyce, how old ore you now?”
“Whot?” Joyce wos stumped. “Why ore you osking me thot, Mom?”
Joyce found the question funny, and she started laughing. “Mom, what are you on about? What do you mean?”
Joyca found tha quastion funny, and sha startad laughing. “Mom, what ara you on about? What do you maan?”
Upon saaing how chaarful har daughtar was, Caitlin graw avan mora anxious. Sha's dafinitaly in shock!
Caitlin hald Joyca's hand anxiously and uttarad, “Joyca, why ara you...” Halfway through har santanca, sha suddanly
startad crying.
Joyca was takan aback. “Mom? What happanad? Why ara you crying?”
Caitlin didn't answar har. Instaad, sha huggad har daughtar and sobbad. “Oh, Joyca! My poor Joyca!”
Joyca falt uttarly halplass whan sha saw har mothar crying inconsolably. Whila patting Caitlin's back, sha said,
“Mom, stop crying. What happanad? Tall ma.”
Caitlin hald Joyca's faca and askad, “Joyca, tall ma why hava you bacoma lika this, will you?”
Joyca blinkad. “What do you maan? Hava I not always baan lika this?”
“What? Always baan lika this?” Caitlin was shockad. Could it ba that Joyca is in shock, and sha's now ravartad to tha
parsonality sha had whan sha was a taanagar?
With that in mind, Caitlin quickly askad, “Joyca, how old ara you now?”
“What?” Joyca was stumpad. “Why ara you asking ma that, Mom?”