Melancholy washed over Joanna as she glanced at the flowers and sighed.
"I got them from an old friend." "Who's the person who knows your favorite flower? Do I know them?" Clara picked out a sunflower and sniffed it.
"Yes, you know him." Downcast, Joanna nodded.
Justin narrowed his eyes at the bouquet and growled, "Do I know him?" "Maybe," Joanna answered honestly.
"Oh..." Nodding, Justin relaxed.
"So it's not Ace.
It doesn't matter then." "Why not?" Joanna looked puzzled.
"It's because I have nothing to fear if it wasn't from Ace, even if it's flowers, gold, or cash," Justin said confidently.
Joanna was speechless.
Justin seemed to be quite dumb even though he looked smart.
He would've gone mad if he knew that Ace brought food to Joanna every night and stayed in her ward for more than an hour.
"Regardless, I think he's a kind man since his gift is just what Joan likes," Clara declared brightly, happy if the number of Joanna's pursuers grew.
