Chapter 1618 Visiting Together

Chapter 1618 Visiting Together

“I'll take care of this. Don't worry about it, I'm afraid you'll be too sad

and it will affect the fetus.” Luther drew Joyce into his arms and sighed

deeply.

Perhaps not having a daughter would be their greatest regret in life.

Because he did not intend to let Joyce suffer the pain of childbirth

again.

Joyce leaned against Luther's shoulder, a trace of regret passing

through her heart.

In theory, the hidden dangers left by Charlotte back then had finally

been completely resolved. Why did she still feel uneasy, always

lingering in her mind. Unable to dissipate.

Just as she was thinking, her phone rang.

The call was from Cecelia.

Joyce hurriedly answered the call. She forgot to tell her mother the

good news.

On the other end of the phone, Cecelia's excited voice came through,

"Joyce, the doctor called me and said it's a pair of twin boys?"

"Yes, Mom, I was just about to call you."

"Wonderful news, heavenly news. I just told your father, he's so happy

he can't close his mouth. When Luther is discharged, come to the

house to celebrate. We've tied up loose ends these past few days,

nothing to worry about. You rest well, take care of yourself. Must not

have any mishaps." Cecelia instructed.

“I know. Don't worry." Joyce replied.

After hanging up the phone.

The doctor walked into the VIP ward.

Joyce looked up and asked, "What's wrong? Are there new test

results?"

The doctor smiled, "No, all the reports that needed to come out came

out yesterday. It's like this, Marshal, Justin has come out of the

intensive care unit and has just been transferred over to this VIP ward. I

came to ask you, do you want to go up and see him? He's in the VIP

room upstairs.”

Just then Anderson came in with an energy drink and heard the doctor

mention Justin, and quickly said, "Uncle Henderson is better? He came

to this hospital too? I want to see him too."

Luther frowned slightly.

He fully understood the whole story of Justin's affairs. He had Justin to

thank for his help this time.

“Let's go see him together.” Luther stood up.

Joyce was stunned, looking at Luther puzzledly, "You're going too?"

"Why wouldn't I go?" Luther glanced at Joyce, "Am I not allowed to

go?"

"Oh. Go if you want to.” Joyce shrugged. She just felt strange. The two

of them, taking Anderson with them, were going to visit Justin, who

Luther had minded the most.

No matter how she looked at it, it felt awkward.

Finally, the three of them came to the VIP ward upstairs together.

Justin seemed to have been there for a while, with doctors and nurses

all around.

The hospital bed was tilted at an angle and raised. He was leaning

back against the headboard, with a nurse giving him an IV.

Anderson rushed in first, "Uncle Henderson!"

Justin looked over at the sound. Warm sunlight streamed in through the

noon sun, falling on his clear and elegant profile, making his facial

features even softer.

He said gently, "Andres is here, come give Uncle a hug."

Anderson skipped over to the bedside, grasping Justin's hand, "Uncle,

I'm glad you're okay, can't hug, it'll hurt Uncle's wound.”

The nurse glanced up and praised, "What a well-behaved child. The

wound can't be touched yet."

By this time Joyce walked in. Justin looked to be in good spirits before

her eyes, except for his pale complexion and dull lips, everything else

was fine.

She sighed in relief and went over to sit down on a stool next to

Anderson.

“I'm glad you're okay. You don't know, you almost scared me to death.

When you were in the emergency room, your heart suddenly became a

straight line. Thanks to the doctors constantly giving you heart

massage, defibrillation and repeated resuscitation. They never gave up.

You almost died.”

Justin gently gazed at Joyce, “I'm sorry to have frightened you."

Joyce's throat seemed to choke. He actually apologized to her.

The nurse stole a glance at Justin.

She had never seen such a gentle man before. He was so elegant and

noble, speaking like a spring breeze in March, politely thanking the

nurses and being courteous, like a dream lover.

Joyce noticed the nurse was distracted, Justin's charm was truly

undiminished wherever he went.

She coughed twice and asked the doctor, "How is he?"

Luther came in at this time, closing the door behind him and standing

beside Joyce.

Seeing him, Justin and he nodded lightly to each other.

The doctor explained, "Although Mr. Henderson's heart rate stopped

briefly, since it has recovered, there are no problems now. The

damaged blood vessels from the gunshot wound have been repaired

and the risk of infection has passed. All other vital signs are normal. No

problem, should be discharged in about a week."

"Compared to Mr. Warner, Mr. Henderson's injuries were much more

serious, so he needs to stay in the hospital for a few more days and

have IV fluids for a week. After all, gunshot wounds and stab wounds

are very different.”

Joyce nodded in relief after listening.

"Justin, you can never be involved in such dangerous things again in

the future.” Joyce instructed, “Last night, Otis is already dead. All your

past dealings and economic cooperation with him no longer count.

From now on, withdraw from the warlords."

Although Justin did not know exactly what had happened, he had seen

some of the news reports.

He replied, "Okay."

Joyce frowned, "You really are, the human body is made of flesh, how

can you use your body to block bullets, do you think you have several

lives?"

"Mommy, Uncle Henderson was just protecting me, don't blame Uncle

Henderson." Anderson muttered nearby.

"There are many ways to protect, like pushing away is also possible.”

Joyce still felt fearful in retrospect, witnessing Justin's heart stop

suddenly was really too great a shock to her.

Anderson rolled his eyes, "Mommy, did you come to see Uncle

Henderson or to scold people?”

He stole a glance at his father.

Sure enough, Luther's face darkened. Joyce's excessive concern made

jealousy overflow in his heart.

Justin smiled, "Joyce, I can't identify bullets by sound. It was just an

instinctive reaction of my body. If it had been you in danger at the time,

I would have jumped in to protect you the same way."

Joyce did not speak again and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Mr. Warner, you were injured too?" Justin looked at Luther. Luther was

wearing a hospital gown, obviously staying in the same hospital as him.

“I'm fine, just a little injury.” Luther frowned.

Compared to Justin's injuries, his could only be considered minor.

For some reason, he was actually jealous of Justin. He wished Justin

had been injured more severely, stayed a few more days, so Joyce

could show more concern for him. Unlike now, her mind was all on

caring for others.

Joyce did not know what Luther was thinking. She turned her head and

glared fiercely at him.

"Half the blood in your whole body was replaced, and you call that a

little injury?”