You Hit My Heart
Chapter 467

Joyce walked straight to the end of the aisle and gently pushed openthe door of the box.

The dim light, the quiet environment, it was as if she was now travelingback in time when she went through the door.

Garrett was already sitting inside waiting.

She subconsciously glanced at her watch, 6:50. Luckily, she wasn'tlate. It was Garrett who had arrived early.

The dining table was placed under a set of small chandeliers, and theyellowish glow on the porcelain white tableware made the atmosphereparticularly soft.

Garrett looked up slowly, saw Joyce approaching, and offered to speak,“There you are."

"Mr. Henderson." Joyce bowed politely, then took a seat across fromGarrett.

When she saw Garrett again today, she did feel somewhat surprised.Garrett had obviously aged a lot. It was just over two years, and it wasas if it had been decades in his face.

Once he was so young and there was only contempt in his hawk-likestern eyes and now his forehead was full of wrinkles, his cheeks weresaggy, and his eyes were dim. The past arrogance was nowhere to befound in his body. There were only the endless vicissitudes.

Joyce couldn't help but be amazed at what had happened to Garrett. Itmade him look so much older.

"Sit down please." Garrett spoke slowly, his voice with a hint ofhuskiness, “I was the one who proposed to see you, Justin neveragreed at first, but then he finally gave up and agreed."

“I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson. I was the one who never wanted to comebefore and waste your precious time." Joyce said politely.

“I'm already happy that you're willing to come. I know that more thantwo years ago, I caused you harm. I would like to solemnly apologize toyou." Garrett waved his hand, followed by a few coughs in quicksuccession.

“It's okay, I've forgotten about it. Mr. Henderson, you seem to be in poorhealth, are you alright?" Joyce didn't expect that Garrett would start theconversation with such a topic, and she couldn't help but feel a littleembarrassed.

Two years ago, the first thing Garrett said to her was to ask her to stayaway from Justin.

"As you can see, I'm sick.” Garrett coughed again and took out anapkin to gently wipe the corner of his lips, “I have small cell lungcancer.”

"What!" Joyce whimpered, "How did that happen?"

Garrett held out a finger against his lips to stop her, "Don't sayanything. Justin doesn't know yet, he thinks I just have fibrosis in mylungs. It hasn't been long since I was diagnosed, and I haven't toldanyone."

She had heard of small cell lung cancer, and Stephanie also had lungcancer, so she knew something about lung cancer when she wastaking care of Stephanie. It could be said that small cell lung cancerwas the king of lung cancers, with the lowest survival rate, and evenafter surgery, it was prone to recurrence and almost hopeless.

She never imagined that a financial tycoon like Garrett would havesuch a vicious disease. God must be kidding him.

“There's not much time left for me." Garrett spoke slowly, "As I'm sureyou are aware, some time ago, the Henderson family underwent amajor change of its structure. It was my eldest son, Derrick, who setyou up over two years ago, so you were not being able to compete inthe finals of the World Shooting Championships and Justin also brokeboth of his legs. And I was kept in the dark about it. I didn't even knowJustin broke his legs. I thought that he had run off with you and hadn'tbeen heard from. Garrett did a great job of keeping me in the dark."