Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1953: Never Give Up

As time passed day by day, September arrived in the blink of an eye. This was the month when Joyce was due to give birth.

Life seemed to have little commotion. Luther and Joyce went about their daily routines, with Joyce attending her regular check- ups, monitoring the baby's heartbeat, and her belly growing larger by the day. Her protruding abdomen made it hard for her to see her own feet when she looked down. Walking became a challenge, especially when navigating stairs, requiring assistance. Luther put aside his work to spend more time by her side.

Anderson and Alisha went to kindergarten as usual, with Cecelia taking good care of them. Their days were calm and not too hectic.

The only change was the diminishing smile on Joyce's face. As her body grew heavier, her inner worries intensified. Luther had taken all the antidotes prepared by Dr. Jocelyn, but there had been no improvement. Luther had lost his sense of taste completely, unable to savor anything. Despite his daily search for biological information through extensive data comparison, the task proved to be an immense challenge with no results thus far.

It was a rest day. Luther woke up early in the morning, with Joyce still asleep beside him, the sky just turning bright outside.

He sat up gently, watching her, knowing how difficult things had become for her lately. Carrying twins was no easy feat, and with her belly growing larger, finding a comfortable sleeping position at night had become a struggle. Luther had bought a leg rest and a special waist cushion, but they provided little relief for her backaches. Sleeping on her back made her feel suffocated, while sleeping on her side left her feeling sore.

He often felt her tossing and turning, unable to move comfortably, yet reluctant to disturb him.

Seeing her struggle pained him deeply. So, he would always hug her tightly against his back, supporting her waist, allowing her to sleep on her side. Only after she had drifted off would he finally fall asleep himself.

He was grateful for the fact that during her first pregnancy, he was not able to be by her side until she gave birth. This time, he could fulfill his duties. He hoped he could hold on a little longer and see his children.

Joyce was still fast asleep.

Luther gently withdrew his arm, put on his coat, and tiptoed out of bed. She hadn't been sleeping well, and he wanted her to rest a while longer.

With time still on his hands, Luther left home and drove to his destination. Today, he had a meeting scheduled with Mr. Baldwin, deliberately keeping it a secret from Joyce.

As autumn approached outside, the leaves were turning yellow, dancing in the wind as they fell. When all the leaves had turned yellow, it would be time for Joyce to give birth.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Luther steered the wheel with one hand, the other supporting his chin in deep thought. Before long, he arrived at Mr. Baldwin's office. He had chosen a Sunday visit to avoid being seen by others.

The lawyer was already waiting and greeted Luther respectfully as he entered. Luther took a seat on the sofa while Mr. Baldwin presented the computer and handed him a thick stack of files.

“Mr. Warner, this is the latest will drafted according to your instructions. It includes the transfer of shares to your wife, the distribution of assets to your children, parts for setting up trusts, and various insurance policies. There are details of your other relatives’ shares as well, all carefully noted. Take a look through them and see if there are any changes you'd like to make." Mr. Baldwin opened the files.

Luther took the mouse and scrolled down, carefully going through each page.

It was a necessary task that must be done, arranging all his affairs. With numerous properties under his name and assets continually appreciating, there had been constant changes. This was his sixth time meeting with the lawyer to discuss and revise the documents. Today was likely the final time. After signing, he would have all the assets sorted out and distributed.

After nearly an hour of review, Luther spoke, "No issues. You have considered everything thoroughly.”

The lawyer handed him a pen, saying, "Please sign; there are quite a few places to sign. After you're done, | will take them for notarization. Here is also a power of attorney document for you to sign."

"Okay." Luther took the pen Mr. Baldwin offered.

Just as he was about to sign,

The office door was pushed open forcefully.

Both Mr. Baldwin and Luther turned to the noise.

Who would be visiting on a weekend?

Luther was slightly surprised to see Joyce walking in, and he quickly stood up and went to her, supporting her. Joyce, panting and sweating lightly, hurriedly made her way in, breathless.

"Why are you here? Your movements are restricted, you should try to stay indoors more these days," Luther expressed concern, "Just sit on the couch for a moment, I'll get you some water."

Pushing Luther away, Joyce stood in front of the sofa, bending over to pick up the documents from the coffee table. “What is this?" she raised the documents in her hand, questioning, "You sneaked out behind my back just to sign this? A will?”

Luther felt a bit embarrassed, caught off guard by her discovery. He thought she wouldn't notice, but she was evidently too perceptive.

"|..." he didn't know how to explain, any words would hurt her.

"'ll step out for a moment, you two talk it out," Mr. Baldwin tactfully got up, though it was his effice, oll! targvethen some space. He understood a bit about Mr. Warner's physical condition. He could only sympathize with them. Please read the original content at .

"| won't let you make a will!" Joyce's eyes reddened, "I don't want anything, don't you dare hand anything over to me! | just want you to be well.”

Luther sighed, embracing Joyce, "I'm sorry. It's my fault, but | have to plan for the future. The com any s@1\! rehaldirag sthGenit ‘and if | don't clarify the details of inheritance, you will face many difficulties in the future. | don't want... in case I... leave a bunch of troubles for you to handle." Please read the original content at .

"Don't say such things! There is no ‘in case'! | refuse to deal with it. Do you lack confidence in yourself? Or in me? | will find a way) Lden't mebalyou te\payeran@sdape route for me! | don't need it!" Joyce grew increasingly agitated as she spoke, tears streaming down her face. In anger, she threw the documents into the trash, "| won't plan for the worst. | will never give up. And you mustn't give up either." Please read the original content at .

Bowing his head, Luther gently wiped away her tears, sighing.

“Okay, | won't sign. | won't give up. Let's go back now, alright? It's the weekend; I'll take you to the seaside for some grilled seafood."

With her due date approaching, Joyce had become more sensitive and fragile. She nestled into his arms, trembling all over.

She nodded, "Okay."