Female Novel
Chapter 1713: Can He Still Be Trusted?
Chapter 1713: Can He Still Be Trusted?
Joyce realized that the problem was far more serious than she had imagined.
She stood up and paced back and forth in the living room, replaying recent events in her mind, trying to
find the connections.
But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't come up with any clues.
At that moment, her phone rang again.
She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at her phone. The caller ID showed Juanita's name. She
hesitated for a moment, but if she didn't answer Juanita's call, Juanita would only become more
worried.
After answering the call, sure enough, Juanita's voice came through screaming, "Oh my god, Joyce,
you just returned to Khebury, what on earth happened? Mr. Warner's first love from ten years ago is
back? Is it true or not?"
The voice was too loud, and Joyce couldn't bear such a high decibel level. She couldn't help but close
one eye.
"Maybe it's true, maybe it's not," she replied vaguely.
"What kind of answer is that?" Juanita complained, "Tell me quickly, what's going on? Mr. Warner has
another first love? I've never heard of it before, and I've been at R&S Group for quite some time. I
wouldn't have missed such a big gossip. I always thought you were his first love."
Joyce rubbed her temples. "Juanita, the situation is a bit complicated. I can't explain it right now. Just
focus on taking care of yourself and don't get involved in these matters. Karl must have advised you as
well, so listen to him."
"He told me not to get involved, that it's a matter between you and Mr. Warner. But how can I not ask?
You two have been through so much, and you finally had some peace for a few days, and now a first
love suddenly appears to intervene between you." Juanita shouted.
"All I can say is that there is such a person, but there may be some inconsistencies," Joyce explained,
"Give me some time at least. I will handle it."
"Joyce, no matter what, don't believe those rumors. I believe in Mr. Warner, and I believe in my own
intuition. Mr. Warner is not that kind of person. The way he looks at you, his actions towards you, it's all
filled with deep affection, and everyone can see it. I don't believe any other woman can take advantage
of that, even if he had a first love, it's already in the past." Juanita said.
Joyce responded with a noncommittal "Hmm."
"And you absolutely cannot back down, and you absolutely cannot let things escalate. You must drive
that woman away, do you understand? This is not the time to prioritize your pride. Think aboutnovelbin
Anderson, think about the fact that you're pregnant with twins. Don't be reserved when it comes to
matters of the heart, understand? Don't hide away just because you've been hurt, and end up helping
others, understand?"
Joyce rubbed her forehead, accepting Juanita's advice. "I understand. I won't."
If it was just about a woman, things would be simple.
But it was probably not that simple at all.
"Juanita, another call is coming in, I'll hang up now," Joyce glanced at her phone and saw that her
mother Cecelia was calling.
"Okay, remember, if you need someone to talk to, remember to call me. If you need advice, remember
to ask me! Bye."
"Okay," Joyce replied before switching to Cecelia's call.
"Mom, did you call me?" Her voice sounded calm.
Cecelia's gentle voice came through, "Joyce, have you been experiencing severe morning sickness
recently? Do you need me to come and take care of you for a few days?"
Cecelia's wording was tactful, indicating that she already knew about the situation. Joyce naturally
understood that her mother was asking how she was doing and if she needed their support.
She replied, "Mom, I'm fine. I'm used to being here, everything is good. Don't worry, everything is
normal."
Unlike Juanita, Cecelia was calm and reserved. "Since you say so, I naturally feel relieved. The military
is changing defense positions at the border these days. When Mr. Dewey passes through Khebury, I'll
have him bring some things for you to eat and use. You'll find them useful."
Joyce paused for a moment. It was probably not just about food and necessities. If Mr. Dewey was
making a trip alone, there must be something else important, whether it was equipment or tools.
"Okay, thank you, Mom," Joyce replied. "I'm sorry for worrying you"How could I be worried? I hope I
can help in any way possible. Don't worry about the Capital, I'll take care of it. I'll hang up now, you
must be busy with many things." Cecelia spoke softly.
"Yeah, goodbye, Mom."
After hanging up the phone, Joyce let out a heavy sigh. As expected, her phone had been ringing non-
stop. Almost everyone who needed to call her had already done so.
She needed to catch her breath. Cecelia understood her well, not probing too deeply and offering help
without burdening her. It was warm enough to have a mother like her, a true blessing in life.
After taking a short break, Darrin returned to the Warner residence after dropping off Anderson. He
reported to Joyce, "General, I've taken care of everything at the kindergarten. There won't be any
private discussions."
Joyce nodded.
Just then, Mr. Arnold suddenly walked in. "Mrs. Warner, someone has returned in Mr. Warner's car. He
said he wants to collect Mr. Warner's everyday clothes and personal items. I don't know this driver, but
he has a handwritten letter from Mr. Warner."
Darrin was taken aback. "Collecting personal items? Is Mr. Warner not planning to come home? Is he
moving out?"
He turned to look at Joyce, his expression displeased. "General, in that case, can you still trust him?"
Mr. Arnold spoke solemnly, "I want to say something. I've watched Mr. Warner grow up. I've never
heard of his first love. Mrs. Warner, you must trust him. It's impossible."
Joyce stood up and walked towards Mr. Arnold. "Where's the letter? Let me see."
Mr. Arnold handed over a letter with both hands.
Darrin quickly walked to Joyce's side.
Joyce opened the letter, and indeed, it was Luther's handwriting. It listed a general inventory. Ten suits,
six overcoats, matching shirts, shoes, ties, cufflinks, and everyday items... The last line read, "Hand
over to the new driver."
She furrowed her brows and said to Mr. Arnold, "Bring him in."
Mr. Arnold nodded respectfully and went out to bring the driver in.
"You're the new driver?" Joyce glanced at the person, a tall figure with broad shoulders and a narrow
waist, with a slightly fierce appearance.
"What's your name?" she asked casually.
The new driver was arrogant and lifted his chin. "Mr. Warner didn't tell me to say."
Darrin found his attitude extremely unpleasant.
Joyce smiled and didn't pursue the matter.
Darrin whispered in Joyce's ear, "He looks skilled, definitely more than just a driver. His movements
suggest he's trained. He's more than meets the eye."
Joyce understood in her heart. Her gaze shifted downward, finally resting on the driver's wrist, where a
small portion of a tattoo was revealed.
Her eyes narrowed. Karl had reminded her, and now she was seeing a tattoo like this again.
OGW!!
Indeed, everything was connected to OGW and couldn't be separated from it.