You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1962

Chapter 1962 Thick-Faced

The butler asked, "What tools do you need? I'll get them now."

Clint replied, "Let me take a look first, I'll let you know what I need."

With that, he walked up to the ladder, climbed up, and opened the hidden compartment.

The butler handed him a flashlight as the light was dim.

After inspecting, Clint said, "I roughly assessed the situation. It doesn't seem to be an issue with the smart system, as the wiring seems fine. It's likely a problem with the basic circuits. So, I'll need a multimeter, screwdriver, wrench, and hex key."

"Alright, I'll go get them," the butler said, turning to leave.

Joyce looked up at Grayson, "Having a tech expert do electrical maintenance seems like a waste. If we had known it wasn't a smart system issue, we wouldn't have bothered you. We could have just sent an electrician. If not, I could have the butler call someone else."

Clint stood on the ladder, "I've started, how can I stop halfway? Besides, why can't a tech person do electrical work? Do you look down on me, or think I can't handle basic tasks?"

Joyce hesitated, realizing Grayson's pride. She figured it might be related to his health issues from past surgeries. Knowing his temper, she didn't bother arguing.

"Fine, continue then," she relented.

Clint stood on the ladder, and it wobbled slightly.

Joyce cautioned, "Be careful, stand steady."

"Are you concerned about me?" Clint asked with a smile, the question sounding peculiar.

Joyce felt a bit awkward, considering their relationship. She sidestepped the question and changed the subject, "You seem cautious, making the home security system so elaborate. The president's residence probably doesn't even have such perfection."

Joyce laughed, "Since I'm in this industry, I treat my home like an experiment."

"Understandable," Clint nodded, taking the chance to inspect the host equipment again. It was well-protected, making it difficult to infiltrate the security system without tampering with the infrastructure. Suddenly, he had an idea, a glint in his eyes.

Shortly after, the butler brought the tools, respectfully handing them over.

Clint asked Joyce, "Are you not tired of standing? Would you like to sit and rest for a while?"

"No need. Are there even chairs here?" Joyce shook her head.

"Maybe you should go home and rest first, I'll let you know when it's done," Clint suggested.

"I want to know what the problem is too. It's okay, I'll stand here and watch," Joyce declined.