You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1933: Kindness is not a Cheap Virtue

Joyce was the closest to Munin when a man named Munin suddenly grabbed her arm. "No, | can't go back. | will die, | 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, | 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. | really can't remember

who | am. Munin? That person just now said my nis Munin, right? Munin?"

He struggled to remember, but couldn't.

"I don't know, | really don't know what my nis. But there are a few fragments that keep repeating in my mind. Someone wants

to harm me, they, they pushedinto the sea. They had guns, no, | 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 maritpolice 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 shot water. You're showing signs of hypothermia. It will take tto 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. | 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? | 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. | 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.

"We don't have the energy to deal with trivial matters with your due date approaching. Let's leave it to the police to handle it.

We've done our part."

Joyce bit her lip, hesitating. Luther was right.

At that moment, Munin, sitting on the ground, sneakily glanced at Joyce, his gaze filled with melancholy.

He spoke up voluntarily, "You don't have to feel obligated. Handover to the police. | should have died, but you savedtoday.

I'm deeply grateful and will remember your great kindness. | don't dare to ask for more. Thank you."

With that said, he weakly supported his frail body and stood up crookedly, bowing deeply in gratitude to Joyce and Luther.

Catching a glimpse of the child in Joyce's womb, he placed a hand on his waist and revealed a pale smile.

"You will be the best mother in this world, gentle, kind-hearted, and pure. Your soon-to-be-born child is truly fortunate. | wish for all

your desires to ctrue and for everything to go smoothly. After we reach the shore, let us part ways."

Joyce opened her mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.

However, at that moment, Munin suddenly staggered and fell heavily with a loud thud. The cup in his hand spilled all over the floor.

Surprised, Joyce exclaimed, "What happened to him?"

The lifeguard quickly approached and laid Munin flat on his back. "He floated in the water all night, holding on with sheer

determination until he was rescued. Now he's exhausted and fainting is normal."

Having said that, the lifeguard repeatedly pressed Munin's pressure point.

Joyce sighed and said to Luther, "How about this? After reaching the shore, we'll take him for medical treatment first and then

register him with the police. We'll find him a place to stay, and my military contacts will take care of him. At least until he recovers

his strength. If he can regain his memory during this period, it would be best. If not, we'll figure it out then. What do you think?"

Luther furrowed his brow, clenched his fists, released them, and clenched them again.

Finally, he agreed, "Alright, I'll follow your lead."

Since he had doubts in his heart, keeping an eye on the person right under their noses wasn't a bad idea. He would assign

someone to secretly watch over him, and if anything fishy happened, they would be the first to know.

Joyce smiled lightly and said, "That's settled then."

Luther embraced Joyce, "You've been standing for too long. Lethelp you inside the cabin to rest for a while. Don't worry about

anything else."

"Okay," Joyce nodded.

They walked away together, heading towards the cabin.

Meanwhile, under the lifeguard's "rescue," Munin suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared intently at Joyce's figure, his eyes filled with an eerie light.

His nwasn't Munin at all. It was all part of his plan.

His real nwas Clint!

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