Chapter 68

Joseph's voice was instantly filled with concern. "Sheila, have you been crying? What's wrong? Did someone hurt you?" Her voice was thick with tears. "No… no one hurt me…" But Joseph clearly didn't believe her. "Where are you right now? I'm coming to pick you up. Let's go out for a bit." Sheila wiped her eyes. "Joseph, don't trouble yourself…" His tone turned firm. "How is this trouble? I care about my junior; what's wrong with that? Come on, send me your location. I don't feel safe leaving you out here alone this late at night." Under his persistent urging, Sheila had no choice but to send him her location. Less than 20 minutes later, a sleek silver-gray Porsche pulled up in front of her. Joseph quickly got out, striding over with a tissue in hand, his brows furrowed in concern. "Look at you, your eyes are all swollen from crying. And why are you wearing something so thin this late at night? Aren't you cold? Come on, get in the car." Sheila let him guide her into the passenger