Chapter 1713: Can He Still Be Trusted?

Chapter 1713: Can He Still Be Trusted?

Joyce realized that the problem was far more serious than she had

imagined.

She stood up and paced back and forth in the living room, replaying

recent events in her mind, trying to find the connections.

But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't come up with any

clues.

At that moment, her phone rang again.

She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at her phone. The caller

ID showed Juanita's name. She hesitated for a moment, but if she

didn't answer Juanita’s call, Juanita would only become more worried.

After answering the call, sure enough, Juanita's voice came through

screaming, "Oh my god, Joyce, you just returned to Khebury, what on

earth happened? Mr. Warner's first love from ten years ago is back? Is

it true or not?"

The voice was too loud, and Joyce couldn't bear such a high decibel

level. She couldn't help but close one eye.

"Maybe it's true, maybe it's not,” she replied vaguely.

"What kind of answer is that?" Juanita complained, "Tell me quickly,

what's going on? Mr. Warner has another first love? I've never heard of

it before, and I've been at R&S Group for quite some time. I wouldn't

have missed such a big gossip. I always thought you were his first

love."

Joyce rubbed her temples. "Juanita, the situation is a bit complicated. I

can't explain it right now. Just focus on taking care of yourself and don't

get involved in these matters. Karl must have advised you as well, so

listen to him."

"He told me not to get involved, that it's a matter between you and Mr.

Warner. But how can I not ask? You two have been through so much,

and you finally had some peace for a few days, and now a first love

suddenly appears to intervene between you." Juanita shouted.

"All I can say is that there is such a person, but there may be some

inconsistencies," Joyce explained, "Give me some time at least. I will

handle it."

"Joyce, no matter what, don't believe those rumors. I believe in Mr.

Warner, and I believe in my own intuition. Mr. Warner is not that kind of

person. The way he looks at you, his actions towards you, it's all filled

with deep affection, and everyone can see it. I don't believe any other

woman can take advantage of that, even if he had a first love, it's

already in the past." Juanita said.

Joyce responded with a noncommittal "Hmm."

"And you absolutely cannot back down, and you absolutely cannot let

things escalate. You must drive that woman away, do you understand?

This is not the time to prioritize your pride. Think about Anderson, think

about the fact that you're pregnant with twins. Don't be reserved when it

comes to matters of the heart, understand? Don't hide away just

because you've been hurt, and end up helping others, understand?"

Joyce rubbed her forehead, accepting Juanita's advice. “I understand. I

won't."

If it was just about a woman, things would be simple.

But it was probably not that simple at all.

"Juanita, another call is coming in, I'll hang up now," Joyce glanced at

her phone and saw that her mother Cecelia was calling.

"Okay, remember, if you need someone to talk to, remember to call me.

If you need advice, remember to ask me! Bye."

"Okay," Joyce replied before switching to Cecelia’s call.

"Mom, did you call me?" Her voice sounded calm.

Cecelia's gentle voice came through, "Joyce, have you been

experiencing severe morning sickness recently? Do you need me to

come and take care of you for a few days?"

Cecelia's wording was tactful, indicating that she already knew about

the situation. Joyce naturally understood that her mother was asking

how she was doing and if she needed their support.

She replied, "Mom, I'm fine. I'm used to being here, everything is good.

Don't worry, everything is normal.”

Unlike Juanita, Cecelia was calm and reserved. "Since you say so, I

naturally feel relieved. The military is changing defense positions at the

border these days. When Mr. Dewey passes through Khebury, I'll have

him bring some things for you to eat and use. You'll find them useful.”

Joyce paused for a moment. It was probably not just about food and

necessities. If Mr. Dewey was making a trip alone, there must be

something else important, whether it was equipment or tools.

"Okay, thank you, Mom," Joyce replied. “I'm sorry for worrying you"How

could I be worried? I hope I can help in any way possible. Don't worry

about the Capital, I'll take care of it. I'l hang up now, you must be busy

with many things." Cecelia spoke softly.

“Yeah, goodbye, Mom."

After hanging up the phone, Joyce let out a heavy sigh. As expected,

her phone had been ringing non-stop. Almost everyone who needed to

call her had already done so.

She needed to catch her breath. Cecelia understood her well, not

probing too deeply and offering help without burdening her. It was warm

enough to have a mother like her, a true blessing in life.

After taking a short break, Darrin returned to the Warner residence after

dropping off Anderson. He reported to Joyce, "General, I've taken care

of everything at the kindergarten. There won't be any private

discussions.”

Joyce nodded.

Just then, Mr. Arnold suddenly walked in. "Mrs. Warner, someone has

returned in Mr. Warner's car. He said he wants to collect Mr. Warner's

everyday clothes and personal items. I don't know this driver, but he

has a handwritten letter from Mr. Warner."

Darrin was taken aback. "Collecting personal items? Is Mr. Warner not

planning to come home? Is he moving out?"

He turned to look at Joyce, his expression displeased. "General, in that

case, can you still trust him?"

Mr. Arnold spoke solemnly, "I want to say something. I've watched Mr.

Warner grow up. I've never heard of his first love. Mrs. Warner, you

must trust him. It's impossible.”

Joyce stood up and walked towards Mr. Arnold. "Where's the letter? Let

me see.”

Mr. Arnold handed over a letter with both hands.

Darrin quickly walked to Joyce's side.

Joyce opened the letter, and indeed, it was Luther's handwriting. It

listed a general inventory. Ten suits, six overcoats, matching shirts,

shoes, ties, cufflinks, and everyday items... The last line read, "Hand

over to the new driver."

She furrowed her brows and said to Mr. Arnold, "Bring him in."

Mr. Arnold nodded respectfully and went out to bring the driver in.

"You're the new driver?” Joyce glanced at the person, a tall figure with

broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with a slightly fierce appearance.

"What's your name?" she asked casually.

The new driver was arrogant and lifted his chin. "Mr. Warner didn't tell

me to say."

Darrin found his attitude extremely unpleasant.

Joyce smiled and didn't pursue the matter.

Darrin whispered in Joyce's ear, "He looks skilled, definitely more than

just a driver. His movements suggest he's trained. He's more than

meets the eye."

Joyce understood in her heart. Her gaze shifted downward, finally

resting on the driver's wrist, where a small portion of a tattoo was

revealed.

Her eyes narrowed. Karl had reminded her, and now she was seeing a

tattoo like this again.

oGw!!

Indeed, everything was connected to OGW and couldn't be separated

from it.