You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1933

Chapter 1933: Kindness is not a Cheap Virtue

Joyce was the closest to Munin when a man named Munin suddenly grabbed her arm. "No, I can't go back. I will die, I will die for sure!"

Luther, feeling nervous, quickly moved to protect Joyce.

Joyce gently shook her head. "It's okay, he can't hurt me."

Joyce tried to comfort Munin. "Don't get worked up. First, I want to confirm, have you lost your memory? You can't remember who you are, but you remember someone wanting to kill you?"

Munin held his head with his other hand and said, "My head hurts, there are fragments fighting in my mind. I really can't remember who I am. Munin? That person just now said my name is Munin, right? Munin?"

He struggled to remember, but couldn't.

"I don't know, I really don't know what my name is. But there are a few fragments that keep repeating in my mind. Someone wants to harm me, they, they pushed me into the sea. They had guns, no, I can't remember!"

He was in great pain, released Joyce, and held his head with both hands.

Joyce and Luther exchanged glances.

At this moment, a lifeguard said, "Based on our experience, we believe he fell into the sea last night. Luckily, he held onto a floating object and managed to survive until now. According to the distance and wind speed, it is entirely possible for him to drift from the international waters near Country W to here."

"You mean someone tried to kill him on the high seas. He was lucky to drift here and be discovered by us?" Luther asked.

"Yes, that's my initial suspicion. We can involve the maritime police for a detailed investigation," the lifeguard replied.

At that moment, another lifeguard brought a thin blanket and covered Munin. They also handed him a cup of hot water.

"Keep yourself warm for now, drink some hot water. You're showing signs of hypothermia. It will take time to reach the shore, so you need to stay warm," the lifeguard instructed.

Munin took the cup and said, "Thank you."

At this moment, he still looked dazed. Holding the hot water, he took a few sips slowly, almost choking. The sudden warmth made his whole body tremble violently. Wrapped in the blanket, he appeared weak and helpless.

Joyce felt compassion.

She stood up and said to Luther, "Since we've saved him, we can't just ignore him. After all, he's being chased by someone and has amnesia. He doesn't know who wants to harm him, and that's the most dangerous thing. If we rashly send him back to Country W, it's no different from killing him. If we hand him over completely to the police, what if they find him through special channels? He won't escape death either. We saved him in vain."

Luther frowned, knowing Joyce's kind-hearted nature.

He pulled her aside.

"We're not saints, we can't save everyone. I know you're kind, but kindness is not a cheap virtue. Besides, how do you know if what he's saying is true or false? What if he's deceiving us or has ulterior motives, pretending to have amnesia? What if we fall into a trap? Think about it, why is it so coincidental? He appears in the sea area and we happen to encounter him."

Joyce furrowed her brow. "Have you been under too much stress recently? I think your deduction is unfounded. First of all, our decision to go fishing was impromptu. Plus, who would know our whereabouts? How could someone manage to be conveniently encountered by us? It's clearly just a coincidence that we happened to save him."

Luther frowned, "You have a point. I have been overly cautious, mainly because of our past experiences. I've been thinking deeply, and it's for your own good."

He glanced down at Joyce's swollen belly.