Joyce walked into the emergency room, where people were bustling back and forth.
She stood there for a moment and reached out to grab a doctor who was coming out of the emergency room.
She asked, "Excuse me, is the elderly man who was brought in stable?"
"How is my grandfather doing?" came a deep voice from behind almost at the same time.
Joyce was taken aback and instinctively turned her head.
The man who had just gotten out of the luxury car turned out to be the grandson of the old man. The old man seemed either wealthy or influential, and the grandson was just as ostentatious.
It was the first time the man got a close look at Joyce's appearance; he had only seen her back before. He was shocked by her beauty. Her eyes were like obsidian, with subtly arched eyebrows that gave her a sharp and heroic look. The corners of her eyes and lips were also full of charm, combining all the beautiful qualities in one person.
Not only was she beautiful, but she was also kind-hearted, helping a stranger in need.
The man took off his sunglasses, not hiding his amazed gaze.
Joyce glanced at him and was also slightly surprised when he took off his sunglasses. This man had rare phoenix eyes, which were in perfect proportion to his handsome face. No wonder he dyed his hair silver; it gave him a foxy charm.
In short, he was very attractive, the type that most women would flock to.
Having seen many handsome men, Joyce merely glanced at him without much interest.
At this moment, the doctor answered them, "He is no longer in danger. The rescue was timely. Wait for about an hour, and he will wake up, then you can go in and see him."
Upon hearing that the old man was safe, Joyce turned to leave.
However, the man suddenly reached out an arm to stop her.
"Miss, wait. I heard from the paramedic that you saved my grandfather."
"It was just lending a hand," Joyce responded indifferently.
"How could that be? Sudden cardiac arrest only has a few minutes of rescue time. If it weren't for you, my grandfather's life would have been in danger. I want to thank you properly." The man reached out his hand to Joyce.
"I'm Reuben Tanaka. May I know your name? Could you give me your phone number?" The man's lips curved into a smile, his gaze captivating, as if emitting an electric charge. It was the first time he had taken the initiative to ask a woman's name.
Little did he know that Joyce had no intention of giving him face.
She didn't shake hands and coldly refused, "I would save anyone. You don't need to thank me. You don't need to know who I am because we won't meet again."
Reuben's face immediately fell, his pride shattered.
At that moment, the female bodyguard beside him couldn't help but speak in dissatisfaction, "How can you talk to His... to the Young Master like this?"
"Yoshino, you shouldn't be unreasonable to someone who saved our lives," Reuben reprimanded.
"Yes," Grizela Yoshino respectfully nodded, her face full of respect.
Their actions and demeanor made Joyce look at them a few more times.
From their attire to their attitude, they were different from the people of Pascaylia. She had a feeling that they were not from Pascaylia but from Rohomes. It was strange why there were always people from Rohomes appearing in Pascaylia recently.
It was inevitable to suspect that something was happening or about to happen behind the scenes.
Reuben stopped Joyce again, "It's okay if you don't tell me your name, but I still have to thank you. Saving a life is such a significant thing."
"If you're looking for repayment, then there was no need to save a life in the first place," Joyce replied coolly, linking her arm and glancing at her watch. "I have to go now. Please don't block me. If you have the time, you should pay more attention to your grandfather. The child who wants to support his parents will not wait for them. Spend more time with the elderly."
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