Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 2006: Worried Suspicions

Chapter 2006: Worried Suspicions

"Why are you here?" Joyce asked, her tone heavy as the words left her lips.

Mrs. Brown's smile was bright, "Oh, Elsa sent me to find you. She said to go check on Wilson, he's been having a bit of a stomach issue today. He's crying and Jane can't calm him down. The others can't hold Wilson. I'm a rash person, so I hurried up here. I'm sorry, madam, I almost bumped into you just now."

Joyce's brow twitched as she scanned Mrs. Brown. Mrs. Brown seemed unfazed, either adept at disguising her emotions or simply oblivious to the change in Joyce's tone. Either she was a master of concealment, or simply carefree, oblivious to subtle changes in others.

"Wilson having stomach issues? Could he have caught a chill last night? I'll go check on him now." Joyce frowned, remembering how she had brought Wilson to sleep with her last night. Perhaps Wilson had changed rooms and wasn't used to the temperature.

"It might not be from the cold, children, you know, it's normal to have minor issues," Mrs. Brown followed behind Joyce, "Madam, you don't need to worry. In my experience, he'll be fine in a day or two." "Okay." Joyce nodded, quickening her steps.

She turned back to Mrs. Brown, "How did you know I was in the study? How long have you been here?"

She wanted to test if Mrs. Brown had overheard her conversation with Kane.

"I didn't know, Elsa told me you might be in the study. I came up to find you immediately. Your house is so big, I almost got lost. I finally found the study and was about to knock when you opened the door." Mrs. Brown explained.

"Okay." Joyce muttered, pondering inwardly. Mrs. Brown didn't seem like she was lying.

Oddly enough, how did Elsa know she was in the study? After leaving the dining room, she hadn't crossed paths with Elsa. Was it a guess or did Elsa really know her whereabouts?

There was no time to dwell on it. Joyce reached the nursery and could already hear Wilson crying before she entered.

She hurried in, Jane was holding Wilson, pacing back and forth in the room, arms swaying to soothe him.

Seeing Joyce, Jane's face showed a hint of worry, "Madam, I don't know why the young master has been crying since earlier. I couldn't calm him down. I don't think his stomach issue is too serious." Joyce took the child from Jane, "It's my fault, I suddenly wanted the child last night. I brought Wilson to sleep with me, maybe he caught a chill."

Jane carefully placed Wilson in Joyce's arms, "It shouldn't be that, children aren't that fragile. It might be the formula not digesting well these past few days. Wilson also didn't sleep well last night." Joyce held Wilson, soothing him.

Finally, Wilson's cries faded, his little head resting on her chest, peacefully asleep.

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief. She sat down in the room.

Jane approached, "Madam, shall I take over holding him? You haven't fully recovered from childbirth, your arms might not cope."

"It's fine, I've already recovered." Joyce shook her head.

At that moment, Mrs. Brown spoke up, "Let me hold him, Wilson is asleep now, I should be able to hold him fine."

Jane gave Mrs. Brown a glance, "Forget it. Last time when Wilson was asleep, you insisted on helping hold him. And as soon as you did, he woke up and started crying. It took me ages to calm him down." Mrs. Brown looked embarrassed, "Sorry, Wilson is just too cute, I wanted to hold him."

She then stood by Joyce's side, petting Wilson, "Wilson, oh Wilson, please don't reject me. I'm a good person. I will be good to you. Please, look at me more when you're awake? Then you'll see how nice I am, and let me hold you. If you won't even look at me, how will you know I'm not bad?"

Joyce chuckled at her words.

Jane also laughed, "Madam, don't mind her, she acts like a fool. Always talking to herself."

Mrs. Brown stuck out her tongue.

"Oh, I'm really too idle. Holding such a high salary but not much to do. I feel uneasy." Mrs. Brown lamented.

Just then, Cullen in the next room started crying.

Mrs. Brown perked up, "I'll go help."

And just like that, she was gone.

Joyce thoughtfully watched Mrs. Brown's disappearing figure. Young, impulsive, sunny, Mrs. Brown really didn't have the qualities of an undercover agent.

Jane, on the other hand, didn't seem like it either.

With Wilson now asleep, Joyce stood and placed him in his crib.

She looked at Jane, "When it comes to caring for a child, you are far more professional than I am. Look, I only had him for one night and Wilson caught a chill. Jane, you truly are experienced. Wilson only needs you. I'll be relying on you in the future."

Jane waved it off, "Not at all. It's not hard at all."

"Madam, you don't know, I love taking care of children the most. I have four children of my own, and I raised them one by one, never finding it troublesome. In the large compound, whenever a child is born, I always go join in, help hold them, teach them to feed, and sometimes make them supplementary food. I may not have received formal training like Mrs. Brown or Mrs. Powell, but I have a lot of experience. Wilson will be in good hands with me!" Jane beamed.

Joyce chuckled, "That's right, you have the hands-on experience. Formal training only teaches theory."

Just then, Mrs. Powell walked in from next door.

"Madam, Mrs. Brown is holding Cullen, feeding him. I hurried over, these are the probiotics I prepared earlier, they work wonders for relieving infant diarrhea." Mrs. Powell pulled out a few sachets, like instant coffee packets, "Just mix it in with the milk."

Joyce took them and inspected them.

Mrs. Powell quickly added, "Madam, all the medicines I brought have been approved by Elsa and the hospital. There's absolutely no problem."

Joyce looked up, "I know. You were a maternity nurse, you know your stuff."

She handed the probiotics to Jane, instructing, "Add these when Wilson drinks his milk later."

She knew that everything entering the house had been rigorously scrutinized. These probiotics and other common medicines had been personally checked by her, so there shouldn't be any issues. However, Mrs. Powell's insistence on her innocence somehow made her feel that it was forced.

As if she was worried about her suspicions. There was a hint of deception in the air.

And so, her suspicions grew stronger.

Seeing Joyce's unease, Mrs. Powell became flustered, fidgeting with her hands, and retreated to the side, "Madam, I'll go attend to Cullen."

With that, Mrs. Powell hurried back to her room.

Leaving Joyce sitting there, her gaze becoming sharper and more piercing.

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