Tanya lowered her eyelashes. This doesn’t mean anything; Vincent is just holding on to the habits she’s left in his world over the years. "Joy, Mommy wants to ask you something." Tanya put down the empty medicine bowl, looked at Joy, and said sternly, "Why did you take food from another child after school yesterday?" Joy was immediately anxious, "I didn’t take Yara’s food!" The little girl’s name is ’Yara’... Tanya didn’t know which character for Yara, so she just followed Joy’s pronunciation. "Then why did you eat Yara’s food? Joy, you know your stomach isn’t good; you shouldn’t eat random things, right?" Joy clearly didn’t want to talk about it, turning her head and burying her face into the small quilt on the bed. She mumbled, "It’s a secret between me and Yara... I can’t tell you. Anyway, I won’t get a stomachache again." As long as Joy wasn’t bullying her classmates, Tanya could relax. It was rare to have a chance to be alone with her daughter, and Joy wasn’t as resistant to her as before. Tanya was about to say something more when Joy’s little phone rang. She immediately lunged to answer it. It was Vincent calling. Whatever he said, Joy glanced warily at Tanya, turned her back with her little phone, and spoke softly on the phone. Tanya sensibly picked up the empty medicine bowl and prepared to go downstairs, but when she reached the door, she heard Joy’s voice rise uncontrollably. "Did Aunt Cindy get hurt? How could that be? She even called this morning to say she’d take me to buy pretty clothes once I get better..." Joy’s voice was sharp with a hint of tearful confusion. Tanya’s back stiffened, she closed the door and went downstairs. When Joy heard the door close, she turned around. In the phone, her dad’s voice was still there, sounding very tired, hoarse, comforting her. "Aunt Cindy is fine, she’ll be out soon, don’t worry." "Daddy, can I go see Aunt Cindy?" "Not for now, once she’s better, I’ll take you there." With so many patients and viruses at the hospital, Joy’s frail condition made her dad unwilling to let her go there. Vincent stood outside the hospital building in a deserted corner. He leaned against the wall, clamped the phone to his ear, and freed a hand to light a cigarette, the flickering light illuminating the dried blood in his palm in a vivid red. Vincent’s usually tender and watery eyes were overshadowed by gloom; the last time he saw so much blood was in his junior year. He had a sudden faint and was in a coma for seven days. He groggily woke up a few times in between, seeing blood bags hanging above his head, two tubes, one transfusing blood to him and the other on another hospital bed. Through the curtain, he could only see a woman’s slender wrist lying on the bed edge, with that tube, as thin as her little finger, continually drawing blood from her body to transfuse to him... After he fully woke up, he staggered to pull open that curtain, seeing Cindy lying on the bed, pale and weak. The wrist that had been giving him blood was still wrapped with a bandage. She was sleeping soundly; he didn’t want to wake her, so he supported himself along the wall, walking slowly to the restroom, passing by the doorway, he heard two nurses say: ’Oh dear, the young lady in this room is really dedicated, giving the guy two blood transfusions in three days, with each time being 800 milliliters. She almost needed emergency treatment herself...’ Vincent stood behind the door, looking at Cindy, his gaze complex with guilt. After all, a day before, he had just rejected Cindy’s confession... He didn’t expect she was still willing to save him after being rejected. "Daddy..." Follow current novels on Nove1Fire.net The tender child-like voice of his daughter pulled Vincent back to his senses, he removed the cigarette from his lips. "Was Aunt Cindy hurt this time because of... that woman?" she asked softly, sucking on the candy Tanya had just given her, sweetly. Vincent paused for a moment, telling her, "No, this has nothing to do with Mommy." He thought of Tanya holding Cindy’s hand, showcasing that diamond bracelet, his heart filled with inexplicable panic, growing more restless. He inhaled two quick puffs of the cigarette, almost choking himself in the process. Joy felt relieved hearing Cindy’s injury was unrelated to Tanya, her tone much lighter. "Then when Aunt Cindy feels better, I’ll go see her. Can you tell Aunt Cindy how much I love her, okay?" Vincent smiled silently, "Okay." After hanging up the call with his daughter, Vincent stayed where he was to finish a cigarette, then lit another and called his long-term cooperating lawyer, Keith Abbott. On his way, he had already contacted Keith Abbott to follow up on this case. "How’s it going?" Vincent asked coldly. He was determined to ensure Claire Walsh rotted in prison! "President Hawthorne, it seems Claire Walsh may have schizophrenia, this case is a bit tricky," Keith Abbott’s tone was awkward, "But I can pursue her family for the highest compensation." "Compensation?" Vincent sneered, "Do I care about those paltry sums? No matter what, I want her to rot in prison!" Ending with that, Vincent hung up directly. Spending an eight-figure sum annually on lawyer fees to keep this group, if they can’t handle this small matter, the group could switch legal teams next year! Vincent stubbed out the cigarette and walked back, thinking he should give his assistant Jonah Rivers a call. "Buy a diamond bracelet... no, a necklace for me, and deliver it directly to the villa," Vincent licked his dry lips, ordering, "For my wife."