You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1913: Never Give Up Easily

After soaking in the hot spring, Joyce carefully washed Alisha's hair and then blow-dried it. Alisha changed into a sweet and cute

strawberry-patterned houtfit, making her look fair and rosy, with a healthy and vibrant glow.

Exhausted from the recent journey, Alisha, having taken a bath, felt a bit tired and dozed off in Joyce's arms.

Joyce intended to carry Alisha to the bedroom to let her rest, but Luther stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder. "Don't

move. Your belly is already big. How can you carry a child? That's reckless." Luther took Alisha from her and walked into the room

with long strides.

"I'll rest with her for a while," Joyce followed behind Luther.

Anderson also took a bath. He waved his hand, "I don't want to sleep. You guys go and rest."

Joyce nodded, "Don't eat too many snacks. Let's have a big meal together tonight."

"Okay," Anderson continued tinkering with his computer.

Luther carried Alisha into the room, gently placing her in the middle of the big bed.

Subsequently, Joyce lay down beside her, lying on her side and reaching out an arm to encircle Alisha.

Extending her hand, she gently stroked Alisha's soft hair, and emotionally remarked, "She's so small and soft, compared to

Anderson, she seems a bit more fragile."

Luther lay down on the other side of Alisha, "That's your illusion. Their heights are actually quite similar. You just feel more

concerned about her."

"Yeah, | still can't believe it." Joyce tenderly looked at Alisha sleeping in her arms, "I always thought | couldn't keep her... As a

mother, she's the one I've let down the most. Nearly encountering danger since she was little and later falling into the hands of a

bad woman, she refused to acknowledge me, | never blamed her, it's all my fault."

Luther lightly tapped Joyce's forehead, "Don't bring up the past. Now we are all reunited as a family. Touch her, feel the babies in

your belly, they are all real. I'm by your side, don't overthink things."

"Okay," Joyce lowered herself, fully lying down, "Perhaps, being in the late stages of pregnancy, I'm a bit sentimental. I've never

experienced it, after all, | don't know what the late stages of pregnancy are like."

Luther's heart skipped a beat. The last tshe was pregnant, she fell off a cliff and fainted. If it weren't for Christian, he would

never have seen her again, let alone now that they have four children. This happiness, he dared not even dream of.

So, no matter what happened between Athena, Christian, and him in the past, and what kind of impact it had on him, he had long

since let go of any resentment towards Christian. He only hoped that Christian could move on from the past.

Joyce was unaware that Luther's thoughts had drifted far away.

She slowly closed her eyes.

Luther gently stroked her forehead, "Rest, leave everything else to me."

Joyce made a soft "hm" sound and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Luther sat up slightly, watching the embracing pair of mother and daughter sleeping, their pose warm and extremely sweet. A

gentle smile curved his lips, his eyes filled with tenderness.

He got up and quietly closed the door.

Then he went to the kitchen.

Cecelia was still preparing ingredients. When she saw Luther cin, she asked, "Is Alisha asleep? She always takes a short nap at

this time."

"Yes, Joyce is resting with her," Luther replied.

Cecelia set down the vegetables, washed her hands, and dried them. Looking up, she asked seriously, "Luther, everything has

been handled well this time. Did she complain? Did you tell her beforehand?"

Luther smiled, "It's fine, she understands me."

Cecelia asked again, "To be honest, this was largely thanks to you. Alisha has a stubborn personality. Although she has gradually

accepted you and the fact that she has a brother, | originally estimated it would take about a year for her to slowly accept Joyce.

During the t| spent with her, she kept crying and calling for Athena. Sometimes no matter how | comforted her, it was of no

use. This time, letting her see it with her own eyes, she finally believed, finally let go. | believe that given time, she will completely

forget the past and integrate with all of you."

"Yes," Luther also felt emotional, "I once spent twith her and deeply understood how difficult it is to change initial impressions.

I've been carefully guarding her. Any slight disturbance can cause a big change in her emotions."

"Because she has lacked care for a long time, she is relatively fragile. In the future, you all need to pay more attention to her."

Cecelia sighed with relief, "It was touch and go, fortunately, Athena finally spoke the truth today. Otherwise, we would have been in

vain. When you went to take a bath, | had already arranged for the militia to take the opportunity to completely eradicate OGW

from our country. Leave this matter to me, you don't need to worry about it anymore."

"Good, thank you, Mom," Luther nodded.

"By the way, there's something else I've been holding back, wanting to ask but also hesitant because of you," Cecelia looked

somewhat awkward.

"Mom, | know what you want to ask. You want to ask about the poison in my body, what's the situation now?" Luther directly

addressed her concern.

"Yes, | dare not ask Joyce, for fear of upsetting her. | see her belly, she may give birth in about three months," Cecelia sighed, "It's

been a long and arduous journey for you to get to where you are today. Just when the whole family has been reunited, there's still

the matter of the poisoning that hasn't been resolved, and | feel unsettled too."

Luther was silent for a moment, "Actually, | haven't found a way to detoxify. Professors Orik and Jocelyn have been tirelessly

tidote. Frankly, | used to have frequent nosebleeds and ear bleeding,

's actually more serious. | experience fatigue and increased sleep time,

ning, and | can't promise you anything. | can only strive to create a safe

uarantee how long | can accompany them. In fact, | have already made a

ildren. If, | say if, if that day really comes, Mom, | hope you can be by her

ed up again, her expression was filled with hope.

gain. Having lost her parents’ care from a young age, for the rest of her

ust be a way. No matter when, even if it's the very last moment, you must

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