True Love Deserves a Second Chance
Chapter 252 Joyce Acknowledges His Kin

Upon hearing Joyce's voice, Beatrice, who was on the brink of death, suddenly had a heartbeat. Isaac immediately said, "She responded to it. Say a few more words to her."

Looking at Beatrice's pale face, Joyce lay on her chest, heartbroken. The truth of her parentage, a truth she had resisted for so long, now felt impossible to deny, especially in the face of Beatrice's unconditional love.

Beatrice had known for a long time that Joyce was her granddaughter, fearing that revealing it would jeopardize Joyce's fragile pregnancy.

Losing her daughter in middle age was a huge blow to Beatrice. In her old age, facing her biological granddaughter, she didn't dare to acknowledge her. Recalling the interactions between them, her cautiousness made Joyce very sad. Joyce lay on Beatrice's chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Grandma, it's Joyce. I'm your beloved Connie's daughter. Please wake up, okay?"

This sentence made everyone present unable to hold back their tears. Whether it was Theodore or others in the Taylor Family, they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Alissa, wiping her tears, excitedly looked at Theodore. "Theodore, Joyce admitted it. She is willing to accept us."

Alissa was so excited she didn't know what to do. Tears also streamed down Theodore's cheeks at that moment. He tightly held the keepsake Connie left him and murmured softly, "Mom, I found my sister. Did you hear that? We will take good care of her."

He walked to the bedside, holding Beatrice's hand, and said, "Grandma, did you hear that? Joyce accepted us. Please get better soon, and we'll bring her home."

Alissa also walked over, crying, "Grandma, haven't you always been hoping for Joyce to come home? Now she knows the truth. Please wake up soon. We need to hold a grand party so everyone knows she is your granddaughter." Hearing these words, the heartbeat on Beatrice's heart monitor finally showed some fluctuation.

Beatrice slowly opened her eyes, tears hanging at the corners. She slowly turned her head to look at Joyce. She reached out and gently stroked Joyce's cheek, her voice hoarse. "Joyce, is it really you? Have you really come back?" Joyce nodded repeatedly. "Grandma, yes. My child and I are fine. Please get better soon. I want to eat your roast beef and pancakes."

Hearing this, a slight smile appeared on Beatrice's stiff face. "You are just like your mother. When she was pregnant with you and your brother, she loved these two dishes the most."

Hearing the word "mother," Joyce felt a bit uneasy. From childhood to adulthood, her impression of a mother was Angie, who always brought her harm. She didn't know what her biological mother, Connie, was like.

Joyce lowered her eyelids and said softly, "Was she a good person? Did she love her children very much?"

Hearing this, Beatrice felt a bit heartbroken. She knew Angie had a negative impact on Joyce. She gently stroked Joyce's cheek, her voice weak. "Connie loved you and Theodore very much. She made many little clothes for you by hand. She said she wanted you to be the most beautiful little princess in the whole city."

"Even when she was pregnant, she insisted on performing piano concerts. She said she wanted you to feel the spotlight while still in her belly, to nurture you into the brightest star in the sky."

"Joyce, your mother loved you very much. If she knew you were going to be a mother now, she would be very happy." Beatrice's words painted a vivid picture of a loving mother, a woman who had sacrificed everything for her children.

Joyce didn't know how to describe her feelings at that moment. There was excitement, comfort, and more heartache.

Joyce felt heartache for Beatrice losing Connie and for Connie losing her life so young. She held Beatrice's hand, her tearful eyes looking at her. "Grandma, when you get out of the hospital, let's go visit her. Together." Hearing this, Beatrice's lips trembled with excitement. "Joyce, my darling, does this mean you're willing to accept us?"

Joyce gave a slight smile. "My dad always said there's no such thing as too much love. He will always be my favorite dad."

"Yes, your dad will always be Benjamin. We won't compete with him for you, just more people to take care of you and love you."

Beatrice couldn't express her gratitude to Benjamin in words. He had raised Joyce for over twenty years and selflessly persuaded her to come back. It showed how kind he was.

Hearing these words, Theodore immediately looked at Joyce, his eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement. "Joyce, I'm your brother. Can you forgive me for what happened before?"

Before Joyce could speak, Sebastian's deep voice came from behind him. "Alright, Joyce's body hasn't recovered yet, and your grandma has woken up. Let her go back to her room to rest."

As he spoke, Sebastian shielded Joyce behind him, making it impossible for Theodore to see or touch Joyce.

Theodore gritted his teeth in anger. "Sebastian, just wait. You'll be begging for my help one day."

Sebastian smiled indifferently. "Don't worry, that day will never come."

After saying that, he was about to take Joyce away. At that moment, the door to the ward was pushed open.

Clifton and his wife, Riley Taylor, hurried in, looking at Alissa and asking, "How is your grandma? How did she suddenly become critically ill?"

Alissa smiled and shook her head. "Joyce came, and now grandma is fine. Dad, Mom, Joyce admitted us."

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Joyce didn't answer directly, but the words that left her lips were enough. "Uncle Clifton."

Hearing this long-awaited address, Clifton's eyes turned red with excitement. He reached out his big hand and gently patted Joyce's head, smiling. "Alright, when you and your grandma are discharged, I'll hold a grand party for you." Riley also excitedly held Joyce's hand. "Joyce, you are such a kind heart. Your mother can finally rest in peace."She hugged Joyce tenderly. Joyce's soft voice came to her ear, "Aunt Riley."

Riley replied, "I'm here. I'll prepare a gift for you when I get back."

Alissa also smiled and came over. "Joyce, I'm here too."

Joyce hugged her again. Alissa affectionately stroked Joyce's head. "I will also give you a gift."

Seeing Joyce acknowledged everyone but ignoring him, Theodore felt a bit frustrated. "Joyce, are you still mad at me because of Isabella?"

Joyce gently shook her head. "You two are different. I won't mix you up. You are my brother."

Hearing this long-awaited acknowledgment, Theodore's eyes welled up with tears. He hugged Joyce tightly and said softly, "With me around, no one will bully you again."

The atmosphere in the room became very lively, and everyone was very excited.

At that moment, a deep and hoarse voice came from the door. "Joyce, I'm your dad."