Chapter 905

Joyce was certainly not familiar with the Capital, so it would be more

appropriate for them to go find her.

Joyce looked around, "I happened to be downtown, and I saw that

there was a café. It's called freese and it looks big."

“I know the place. You can go first and ask for a large box. We are not

far away and will be there immediately.” Karl said.

"Good." Joyce answered and then hung up.

She then took Anderson to freese and asked for the largest box.

Anderson was sitting on the couch, playing his game.

Joyce ordered him a juice and three more cappuccinos and waited

quietly.

About half an hour later.

A crisp knock sounded on the door of the box.

"Come in." Joyce immediately responded.

The person who opened the door was exactly Juanita.

The light in the box was soft. Juanita walked in and saw the face of a

strange woman, who was holding a cute child in her arms.

She almost thought she was in the wrong box and tried to exit when her

back slammed into Karl who was about to walk in.

Karl held Juanita steady.

"Juanita, it's me! Joyce!" Joyce looked at Juanita with amusement,

“You're not going the wrong way, and this is it. This is my son,

Anderson."

Juanita's jaw dropped and she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

She looked at Joyce, who was wearing a mask at the moment, and

then at Anderson, who was as cute as a little blob.

"Oh my God." She let out a scream and subconsciously covered her

lips.

Karl was equally surprised. He did not know that Joyce had even a

child.

She fell from such a high cliff into the sea, and it had been a miracle

that Joyce could survive, not to mention the fact that she had been in a

coma for months before she woke up.

He knew she was pregnant when she fell into the sea, so he didn't

even dare to ask her.

He didn’t want to bring up the sad thing and he never thought that the

child would survive. What a blessing!

"This is, this is ..."

Juanita took a step forward and picked Anderson up from Joyce's arms,

"Oh my God, he's so cute! Wow, my godson is so cute! Look at this

pink little face, and look at these eyebrows and eyes! So handsome, so

beautiful. He is even cuter than a doll!"

Anderson glared at the short-haired woman in front of him and frowned,

“I am not a doll, huh? Put me down now. Who is your godson?"

"Yo, that's a harsh little mouth. I'm your godmother, and we agreed on

that when you were still in your mother's womb! My name is Juanita,

remember? Come on, call me Godmother! Godmother! Godmother!"

Juanita kept teasing Anderson and gave him a big kiss on his pink

cheek.

"Ahhhhh! Don't kiss me. What a woman!" Anderson jumped around in

protest.

Unfortunately, he was after all a child and could not break free.

Juanita liked Anderson so much that she refused to let go of him.

"Anderson, you know what to do to greet people.”

Joyce looked at Juanita with amusement. She was still the same as

before, spooky and cute.

“I don't want to greet them."

Anderson struggled desperately and wailed.

"Okay, I'm not going to make fun of you. Go play."

Juanita wrapped her arms around Anderson hard for one last time

before she would put Anderson down.

Then she came up to Joyce and looked left and right.