Chapter 320

“Sienna, you dare to run!” Yvette didn’t hesitate, immediately pursuing her. Sienna was fast, but Yvette was relentless. They finally confronted each other in the elevator lobby.

“Don’t run!” Yvette grabbed Sienna’s arm fiercely, her eyes blazing with anger and icy fury. “You think you can just escape after what you’ve done to Josiah?”

“I’m the reason he’s hurt?” Sienna scoffed, a cold smile playing on her lips. She appeared composed and focused. “You were on the plane with him; you know exactly how he was injured. His injury has nothing to do with me.”

Yvette laughed sarcastically. “Sure, his injury may not be directly your fault, but look at him now. You can’t deny it’s related to you. He delayed his treatment just to see you! Do you really think you’re innocent?”

“What kind of twisted logic is that!” Sienna shook her head, a dry laugh escaping her lips. “That’s his issue, not mine. I had no idea he was hurt! He didn’t mention it.”

“The fact that he’s lying there now is his choice! It’s not my problem, so don’t blame me. I won’t take the fall for this.”

Yvette gritted her teeth, infuriated. “What a clever tongue you have! I’m not here to argue.” She forcibly pulled Sienna along. “Let’s go back. You’re his girlfriend! You’re not just going to abandon him in crisis.”

“Let go!” Sienna frowned, struggling. “Girlfriend?” She forced a smile. “You don’t even know? Josiah and I broke up. We have nothing to do with each other anymore! I’m not his girlfriend.”

Yvette’s eyes widened in shock. When did this happen? Had they broken up while I was in Lacustria? In that moment of surprise, the elevator doors opened. Without a backward glance, Sienna stepped inside. The doors closed behind her, leaving Yvette frozen.

As soon as they arrived at Sunshine Neighborhood, Joyce’s cries filled the air. Tara held her, trying to soothe her. “Don’t cry, don’t cry,” she murmured, stroking Joyce’s forehead. “You’re not feverish, Joyce. What’s bothering you?”

Rosie chimed in, “Mommy’s back!”

Tara turned, relieved. “Joyce, Mommy’s home! Go to Mommy!”

Tears streamed down Joyce’s face as she reached for Sienna. “Mommy!”

“Let me hold you,” Sienna said, her heart aching. She embraced Joyce, kissing her forehead. “Why are you crying, sweetheart? Does your tummy hurt?”

“No,” Joyce said, shaking her head through her tears. She snuggled closer. “Joyce missed Mommy…”

Sienna smiled gently. “Mommy missed you, too.”

Joyce looked up, her eyes glistening. “Josiah didn’t come. Josiah lied! Josiah’s a bad guy!”

Sienna’s heart sank. “No, that’s not true.”

Sienna sat on the couch with Joyce, speaking softly. “Josiah came last night, but you were sleeping so soundly he didn’t want to wake you.”

Rosie confirmed, “I can vouch for it.”

Joyce pouted. “It’s all Joyce’s fault for being asleep.”

To alleviate her daughter’s disappointment, Sienna showed her a video from the previous night. “Joyce, look! Josiah held you last night and even set off fireworks for you!”

Watching the video, Joyce’s face lit up, and she stopped crying. “Hahaha! That’s true! Joyce my name!”

Sienna ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair. “Josiah prepared that just for you.”

Joyce giggled, burying herself in her mother’s embrace. “Josiah likes Joyce.”

“He really does,” Sienna replied, her voice trembling with emotion.

In the hospital, Josiah’s condition was stable, but he remained unconscious.

Howard glanced at Yvette. “You just got back last night; you must be exhausted. Go home and rest.”

“No,” Yvette refused. “I’ll stay with Josiah. We’ve faced everything together since we were kids.”

Howard’s brow furrowed. “Grandma doesn’t know about this yet. Go home to avoid suspicion. Cheer her up.” He explained the old lady’s poor health and their decision to withhold information. “Josiah doesn’t even know when he’ll wake up. Let’s take turns.”

Yvette nodded. “Alright. I’ll go.”

As she stood to leave, she paused. “Howard, how have you been these past few days?”

Howard froze, the image of Rosie flashing through his mind. He replied gently, “I’m doing alright. What about you?”

“Good to hear,” Yvette smiled, her expression somewhat strained. “I’m doing well too… Even though we broke up, Howard… we’re still family, right?”

“Of course,” Howard affirmed, his dark eyes meeting hers. “From the moment I brought you into the Flynn family, you’re a part of us for life.”

Yvette beamed. “I’ll head home now.”

Once Yvette left the hospital room, her smile vanished. Family! she thought. But I don’t want to be just an honorary member; I want to be a true Flynn.

Later, after resting, Yvette returned. The room was quiet; Howard slept on the couch. Yvette checked on Josiah. His vitals were stable, and he seemed to be resting peacefully. Her heart raced with worry. Back then, Howard was like this. What if he just slept forever?

Looking at Josiah, she whispered, “Josiah, the doctor said you can hear us, right? You must be tired from all the trips to Jeiacrity. It’s okay to sleep a little longer, but only a bit, right? Please wake up soon. Both Howard and I are waiting for you. You suffered so much back then and pulled through; you can do it this time too.”

She draped a fallen blanket over Howard. Then, she noticed a small box on the coffee table—a pencil case containing a single automatic pencil.