Chapter 370

Joyce blinked, a little confused. Still so young, she didn't fully understand Josiah. "Together? Like Tara and us...?"

Josiah paused, taken aback. He shook his head. "No, I mean, like your mom and you."

"But..." Joyce lowered her head, puzzled. "I already have a mom. I can't have another one. And Mr. Flynn, you're a man. How could you be my..."

Josiah froze, chuckled softly, and gently pinched her nose. "Silly girl. I'm not going to be your mom."

He swallowed, nervous. "Joyce, I want to be your dad. Would that be okay?"

"Dad?" Joyce tilted her head, then scrunched her brow in thought.

Josiah's heart skipped a beat. He worried, Does that mean she doesn't want me? "Joyce, do you not like me?" he asked quickly.

"I do," Joyce nodded earnestly, but her worried expression remained. "But this needs to be discussed with Mom, right?"

"Your mom..." Josiah was about to mention Sienna's agreement when Joyce softly said, "Mom is waiting for my real dad."

Confused, Josiah asked, "What does that mean? Your real dad?"

"Yep!" Joyce nodded, jumping into Josiah's arms. "Dad went out to work. Mom said we have to wait for him to come back."

This was something Sienna had casually mentioned to calm Joyce's earlier fussing about wanting her dad. Joyce had apparently remembered it.

Worried Josiah might be sad, Joyce patted his chest. "Don't be sad, Mr. Flynn."

Josiah chuckled, holding Joyce close. "Don't worry, Joyce, I'm not sad."

He was serious. Hearing Joyce's words, he felt overjoyed.

The door swung open, and Sienna entered, rolling up her sleeves. "How long does it take to get dressed?" Seeing Joyce already dressed and huddled with Josiah, she frowned. "What are you doing? Get up and wash up. It's time for breakfast."

"Yes, Mom!" Joyce quickly put her hands on her belly and darted toward the bathroom. "Mom, I have to go potty!"

"Go ahead," Sienna ruffled Joyce's hair, watching her run off. Joyce was quite capable of managing the bathroom alone.

Before entering, Joyce said, "Eat with us, Mr. Flynn!"

"Sure," Josiah replied, smiling as his gaze fell on Sienna.

Sienna raised an eyebrow. "Do I have something on my face?"

Josiah grinned. "What did you tell Joyce?"

"What are you talking about?" Sienna was confused.

Josiah leaned in, whispering against her ear, "You told Joyce you're waiting for her dad to come home, huh?" He knew she meant him.

Sienna froze, remembering. "I was just..."

Josiah's grin widened. "All these years, you've been waiting for me, right? Sienna, I get it now. You still love..."

Sienna laughed, shaking her head. "You're overthinking it. I only said that because Joyce was asking for her dad. I was trying to calm her down."

7:48 AM

Josiah lifted his chin with a satisfied smirk. "Either way, Joyce's dad is me. You've been waiting for me."

Sienna rolled her eyes, unable to tolerate his smugness. "What are you proud of? I said that so Joyce wouldn't think her dad abandoned her."

Hearing that, Josiah's expression darkened. He took her hand. "I know I was wrong, but I won't let you down again, Sienna. Let's get married. I talked to Joyce about it, and she said okay. We'll find a time to see Grandma and let her help us plan the wedding."

Sienna stood frozen. Is it really happening? Is this day finally coming!

At the Flynn residence, after lunch, Miranda lounged in a recliner, half-asleep. The doorbell rang, and Linda answered. "Who is it?"

A moment later, Linda returned with an envelope. "Mrs. Flynn, it's an express delivery for you."

Miranda blinked, shaking off the sleepiness. "For me?" Why me? I haven't managed the household for years—who would send me an urgent delivery! "Open it and let me see."

"Sure," Linda carefully opened the envelope. Miranda put on her glasses, examining the contents. Slowly, her face darkened.

She raised her head, breathing heavily. "Call Howard and Josiah now. Tell them to come back immediately!" "Okay," Linda hurried off, seeing Miranda's worry.

Forty minutes later, Howard and Josiah arrived, confused about Miranda's sudden panic. They entered the living room, where Miranda sat poised on the couch, her expression serious. Howard and Josiah exchanged a glance, uneasy. They hadn't seen Miranda like this in years.

"Grandma, we're here." "Grandma, what's going on?"

They stepped forward. Howard stood straight, respectful; Josiah wore a playful grin.

Miranda remained silent, her gaze moving from Howard to Josiah. After a long pause, her eyes locked on Howard. "Who is he?"

Howard's eyes widened. "Grandma, who are you talking about?"

Miranda snapped, pointing to Josiah, "I'm asking you who this man is."

Howard and Josiah froze, exchanging a tense look.

"Why are you glancing at each other?" Miranda caught the tension. She stopped looking at Howard and focused on Josiah, evaluating him carefully.

Josiah forced a calm smile. "I'm Josiah, your grandson. What's wrong?"

Howard frowned. "Grandma, don't you recognize Josiah?"

"Josiah?" Miranda mumbled.

Howard nodded. "You..."

Miranda pushed herself up and slowly walked toward Josiah. Josiah instinctively took a step forward.

"Let me see," Miranda raised her hand, brushing her fingers across Josiah's face. "Yes, this is my Josiah."

Josiah said, "Grandma, I'm Josiah, really."

"Yes, you look just like him," Miranda suddenly pulled back her hand. "Then explain this to me—what's going on here?"

On the coffee table lay the express delivery.