Two people followed behind Julian Griffin. One wore a suit and carried a briefcase, while the other held a bouquet and nutritional supplements. He was here to visit someone who was sick, but definitely…
'He wasn't here for her, at least not at first!'
"You're sick?" Julian Griffin looked anxious. "I just got to the hospital and heard you came in last night. How are you feeling now?"
"I'm fine."
Joyce Monroe didn't bother explaining further. There was no need.
"Are you here alone? Have you had breakfast?" Julian Griffin's gaze was filled with concern.
"You must have gotten sick from being caught in the rain yesterday, right?"
Although Silas Thorne had warned him, he had no intention of giving up on Joyce Monroe just yet.
'Mr. Thorne is from Northgate; he won't stay in Graymoor for long. Besides, if an illegitimate son is good enough for her, why can't I be?'
