Chapter 95

On Saturday Joyce stayed at home and spent the day with Stephanie.

She could see that Stephanie's condition was getting worse and worse.

She had lost more than ten pounds again. There was chest fluid in her

lungs and she kept coughing all day long.

Jamie came every morning to give Stephanie nutritional fluids and the

pain Killer.

Joyce also learned from Jamie how to give injections.

Because Stephanie now needed pain relief on a regular basis and she

would have to be very careful with the injection.

She learned that she could help more or less. In the evenings, it was

she who gave Grandma her shots.

Every time when she looked at Stephanie's increasingly pale face,

Joyce also understood that her grandmother would not have much time

with her now.

The bond that had been built over these days made them almost a real

family, and she could understand why Luther cared so much about

Stephanie.

Luther also tried to put her work on hold so that she could spend more

time with his grandmother.

Late afternoon on Sunday.

Luther came back from outside.

By this time Stephanie had fallen asleep, a sleep that usually lasts well

into the night, and now her waking hours had also dwindled.

Joyce reclined on the living room couch, covered with a wool blanket.

She was taking a nap.

Hearing the movement of Luther's return, she woke up, opened her

eyes, glanced at him, and closed them again.

"Grandma's asleep, and you can see her later.” She closed her eyes

and said in a low voice.

"Get up, I've brought you something." Luther stepped forward and lifted

the wool blanket covering Joyce's body upright.

"Hey, what are you doing.” Joyce disgruntled and scratched her hair,

apparently annoyed, "Where's your manner? How do you know if I'm

fully clothed and you just lift the blanket like that.”

"Does it matter? Which part of you have I not seen? Take it, it's for

you." Luther's thin lips slightly hooked, smiling wickedly, and he threw a

black wooden box to Joyce.

“You! You just have to talk about that all day?" She was exasperated,

but there was nothing she could do about him.

Looking at her hand, the black wooden box he tossed over, she asked,

"What is this?"

"A gift for you, wouldn't you know it if you opened it?" Luther sat down

on the other sofa and looked at her patiently. He had gone out on a

special trip today just for this item.

Joyce carefully examined that ordinary black wooden box and could

find nothing special.

A gift from him to her? Although he had bought her clothes and the last

time she attended the Shining Star Awards ceremony, he also picked

the clothes for her. He also gave her a new phone yesterday.

However, it was the first time that she was formally given a gift in the

name of a gift.

Why did he send her a gift for no reason at all?

Joyce suspiciously pressed the spring-loaded brass clasp on the black

wooden box.

The moment the wooden box was opened.

She almost squealed. She was never like that before, but it was so

exciting for her.

Inside the black wooden box, a cool pink lady's compact pistol lay

quietly.

"Wow, Mufroneaa Arms, “Witness Paffner’ pistol, 380acp rounds, 13

round magazine, extra-large capacity.” Joyce took out the pistol and

rotated it nimbly in her hands a few times, unable to control her

excitement, "Wow, modified personally by Master Wilson, for faster and

more accurate shooting, limited collector's edition.”