Joyce couldn't help feeling anxious, but Harry had already spoken. If she kept protesting, Harry would undoubtedly lose face, and she would appear even more suspicious.

She could only force herself to remain calm and stand by Harry's side, waiting.

Time ticked away. About half an hour later, the door of the diagnostic room finally swung open. Summer, seated in a wheelchair, was pushed out by a nurse, accompanied by the doctor who had been examining her.

When Joyce saw the doctor, her heart sa