CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Chapter 1592

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“What's on your mind?” Jonathan only needed to look at his daughter's guilt-stricken face to know what she was thinking. After sighing inwardly, he flicked her on the forehead.

Joyce held her forehead, which was stinging with pain. “Dad, why did you do that?”

“To remind you not to overthink,” was her father's response.

Joyce bit her lip. “I did no such thing.”

“Why did you space out just now if you didn't? All right, go on and tie the bandage.” Jonathan pointed at the bandage and changed the subject.

Joyce hummed in response before picking up the unopened bandage, unwrapping it, and cutting it into small strips with scissors.

She did not require Stanley's guidance for the next step since it was simply wrapping the bandage.

Stanley merely sat quietly on the hospital bed and observed with his gaze lowered, seemingly in deep thought.

After a while, when Joyce was done bandaging her father's wound and packing up the first-aid kit, Jonathan stood up and walked toward Stanley. Upon reaching the hospital bed, he stared at the younger man icily.

Stanley also looked up and met his gaze calmly.

Jonathan was surprised to find that this time, there was no hatred in the other man's eyes.

After all, he was fully aware of the younger man's intense hatred for his family. Every time they met, he would always give any member of the Rivers family a look of pure hatred as though he wanted them all dead.

However, he did not see the previous hatred in Stanley's eyes, not even anger, only an ocean of calm as if the Rivers family weren't his so-called enemies, but strangers who had nothing to do with him.

However, he did not see the previous hatred in Stanley's eyes, not even anger, only an ocean of calm as if the Rivers family weren't his so-called enemies, but strangers who had nothing to do with him.

What's going on?

Jonathan stared at Stanley for a while. Despite wondering why the latter had suddenly lost his hatred for the Rivers family, he had no intention of voicing out his curiosity.

From his perspective, although Stanley no longer looked at them with hatred in his eyes, he must still harbor that sentiment.

There was no point in him asking that question.

“You brat!” Jonathan uttered grimly. “Don't expect me to thank you for teaching Joyce how to dress my wound just now.”

Stanley looked up and replied flatly, “I didn't expect you to thank me either, Sir.”

Sir?

The formal address shocked Jonathan once more.

“You...” He stared incredulously at Stanley, and it was a long while before he spoke again. “You don't have a fever, do you?”

Stanley frowned. “I'm quite well!”

“Why did you address me that way if you're well?” Jonathan asked. “This is certainly not the way you should address me. Tell me, do you have a hidden agenda of some sort?”

Stanley snorted. “I'm already in this state. What kind of hidden agenda can I have?”

Jonathan retorted with a scoff, “You're already in this state, yet you still haven't ruled out the notion of having Joyce abort the child, have you?”

Stanley pursed his lips. He was about to say something when Joyce came over after packing up the first-aid kit.

She glanced at her father before shifting her gaze to Stanley. “Don't worry. I'll give you my word to get rid of the baby.”

Not only was Jonathan shocked by her words, but Stanley's expression also changed slightly, and his pupils briefly constricted.

With an uncharacteristically solemn gaze, Jonathan grabbed his daughter's shoulders. “Do you know what you're saying, Joyce? Get rid of the baby? Why would you do that? Isn't this the child you've always wanted? We've been living in hiding and even fled the country for the baby's sake. You even went to the extent of hypnotizing yourself to forget about Stanley for the baby's sake. Only by doing so could you better adjust your mindset, take good care of your body, and get ready for childbirth. But now, for my sake, you wish to get rid of the baby that you have taken great pains to protect for so long? Can you truly bear to do that?”

Joyce bit her lip.

Bear to do that? Impossible! Of course, I can't. But I must save my dad. The child is important. But again, Dad is more important.