True Love Deserves a Second Chance

When Joyce opened her eyes, she saw Sebastian sitting by the bed, staring at her with those deep, affectionate eyes. He looked exhausted, with dark circles and bloodshot veins.

Joyce reached out and gently touched his cheek, her voice raspy from just waking up. "Did you stay up all night?"

Sebastian smiled and kissed the back of her hand. "I haven't seen you in days. I missed you so much I couldn't sleep."

Joyce, being a sharp lawyer, quickly picked up on the subtle clues. 'We have a long journey ahead together, so why would Sebastian lose sleep just because we haven't seen each other for a few days?' She got up from the bed and grabbed Sebastian by the collar.

Her eyes were moist and red as she looked at him. "Sebastian, I have told you many times, no matter what happens, we shouldn't be apart. Are you having second thoughts?"

"Joyce." Sebastian pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. "I wasn't thinking that. I just wanted to look at you. Don't overthink it."

Joyce looked at him thoughtfully. "You're not lying to me?"

"How could I lie to you? I'm still waiting for our baby to be born. I want to have a daughter with you too. How could I bear to leave you?" As Sebastian spoke, he gently stroked her head.

He had indeed stayed up all night, replaying everything that had happened between them in his mind. It was only now that he realized he had brought her nothing but pain.

He had always thought he could protect her, keeping her close. Because of him, the once formidable lawyer had now become a kept woman.

Joyce was confined to the house all day, unable to go anywhere. She didn't even have the right to shop online because he was worried someone might tamper with it. He restricted her outings, her social interactions, and all her hobbies. Now, Joyce was living entirely for him, with no sense of self. He didn't know how long the battle of the Winters Family would last, nor how long he would have to keep Joyce confined. He admitted he loved her and would never leave her in this lifetime. But this love had cost her a lot.

Yet, after a night of struggle, Sebastian still couldn't convince himself to give up Joyce. She loved him so much. If they really separated, he had no idea what she would do. He couldn't bear to see her sad and upset. He would rather keep her in this house for the rest of her life.

Sebastian kept kissing Joyce's lips. With each kiss, his heart ached a little more. When it came to Joyce, he wanted to be willful and selfish. He didn't want to give her up.

Joyce was moved by his kisses, her voice soft like a kitten's. "Sebastian, stop kissing me. The baby is kicking."

Sebastian immediately let go of her. He placed his large hand on her belly. Sure enough, their baby was kicking inside Joyce's belly.

Sebastian couldn't help but laugh. "What does it matter to you if I kiss my wife? Don't cause trouble, you little rascal."

Joyce looked at her belly with a smile as the baby moved around. Her voice was gentle. "You better stop moving. Your dad is angry."

The baby seemed to understand her words. Just a moment ago, it was moving energetically, but now it had quieted down. Sebastian bent down and kissed Joyce's belly. "Good, you understand. I'm taking your mom to breakfast now."

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He led Joyce to the bathroom and helped her with everything, even brushing her teeth himself. Joyce felt a constant sense of unease but kept quiet.

They headed downstairs, where Benjamin had already prepared breakfast.

Sebastian seated Joyce and went into the kitchen to help.

Benjamin quietly closed the kitchen door and handed Sebastian a card. "I sold the company. Here's over three billion dollars. I don't need it. Invest it in your projects and earn some dividends. What do you think?" Sebastian immediately understood Benjamin's intention.

Benjamin knew his company was in trouble and wanted to help.

Sebastian felt his eyes well up. He put the card back in Benjamin's pocket and said, "Dad, I don't need this right now. If a little difficulty can bring down the Winters Group, then all my efforts would be in vain. Keep the money. I'll give you dividends every year."

"How can that be? I can't take money without investing. Take it. Joyce's share was a wedding gift. This is for my retirement, but I'm healthy. I don't need it. Use it when you need it."

Sebastian couldn't refuse any longer and accepted the card. Then he brought out breakfast.

After breakfast, he took Joyce to the hospital for a prenatal checkup. After all the checkups, they saw Isabella waiting by the elevator in a wheelchair.

It seemed Isabella had been waiting for them. After months of recovery, she could now say a few simple words. Her upper body had mostly recovered, but she would probably never leave the wheelchair.

When Isabella saw Joyce with her big belly and Sebastian carefully supporting her, her eyes almost popped out. She made a hoarse and sinister sound. "Joyce!"

Joyce stopped and stared at Isabella for a few seconds, then smiled lightly. "It looks like you're recovering well. The doctor Sebastian found for you is indeed amazing, bringing you back from the brink of death."

Isabella tightly gripped the wheelchair's armrests. She opened her mouth several times before making a sound. "Are you satisfied?"

Joyce's expression was gentle. "I'm not the one who made you like this. You did it to yourself. You should ask yourself if you're satisfied with your life now. You could have had a better future, but you chose to make trouble. You have no one else to blame."

With that, she took Sebastian's arm and prepared to leave.

Isabella's face looked like a demon's. Even though she wore a mask, the scars on her body were still faintly visible.

Seeing this reminded Joyce of their fight on the boat. If she had lost that time, she would be the one in this condition now.

Just as they were about to leave, Isabella suddenly turned the wheelchair's automatic button to the highest setting and charged towards Joyce's belly.