In this case, it can explain why Loomis Hughes would treat her like this.
Joyce Hughes now wishes she were dead.
When a man does such things, generally speaking, there are only two possibilities.
Either for money.
Or for love.
Doing it for money seems unlikely; although Loomis Hughes doesn’t have a high status in the entertainnt industry, his status isn’t low either, so he definitely has money.
After analyzing it, there’s only one possibility left, and that’s for love.
But it’s impossible for him to have relations with another woman for the woman he loves, so this woman can only be a relative.
Tiana Thorne is very clever; she only had to think a little to think of Joyce Hughes.
Uncle Hayes didn’t know what had happened; he looked a little sorrowful, recalling the past: "Joyce originally had a brother."
Tiana Thorne understood; indeed, it was as she expected.
"They got separated when they were kids, and were never found again. If he could be found, Joyce would have a companion in this world, but it’s a pity..."
Upon hearing this, Tiana Thorne frowned slightly.
Did Uncle Hayes really not know of Loomis Hughes’ existence?
"Really haven’t found him?"
Uncle Hayes nodded, looking sowhat weathered, and after a mont of silence, he looked at her with so confusion: "Yes, why is Miss Tiana asking this?"
"Does Uncle Hayes want to find this missing nephew?"
Uncle Hayes’ sowhat sallow eyes suddenly brightened with a glimr of hope yet so worry: "Can he be found?"
Afraid it might be in vain.
Tiana Thorne narrowed her eyes slightly, speaking ambiguously: "Perhaps Joyce Hughes has already found her brother?"
This statent startled Uncle Hayes: "How could it be? I’ve never heard her ntion it."
"Uncle Hayes can ask her in person; after all, he is the Hughes family bloodline. However, Uncle Hayes, don’t say I reminded you, you know Joyce Hughes hates ."
Uncle Hayes appeared sowhat apologetic upon hearing this: "She is just being immature; I will talk to her properly."
"Mm."
Afterward, Uncle Hayes walked towards Joyce Hughes’ room.
Tiana Thorne watched his back as he walked quickly, internally yearning to find his niece’s lost child.
But when the truth is revealed, will Uncle Hayes be able to handle it?
She slightly narrowed her eyes, her expression unpredictable, and after a while, softly asked, "Isaac, if Joyce Hughes admits her mistake, should I let Loomis Hughes go?"
Isaac’s voice was cold: "No."
Tiana Thorne turned to look at him, eting his fierce eyes, and gently smiled: "Even if she admits her mistake, don’t let him go?"
Isaac’s voice was rciless: "If you hadn’t run out that day, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Since it was done, they should suffer the consequences. If admitting a mistake ans forgiveness and letting go, there would only be more tragedies in this world."
This was the first ti she heard Isaac speak so much.
She had to give him a thumbs up, her bodyguard brother had a very upright worldview.
"Yes, yes, I’ll listen to you."
Isaac nodded, maintaining his cold deanor.
Tiana Thorne thought he was quite right, and as for Joyce Hughes, she wouldn’t let her off either.
A woman so vicious, in ancient tis, she would have been drowned in a pig cage.
Joyce Hughes’ parents selflessly saved Aiden Shaw’s parents, which was a beautiful story of master-servant affection.
Her parents volunteered to save them; no one held a knife to their throats to force them, so the Shaw family owed them nothing.
It’s just that human nature cannot be erased; Joyce Hughes’ parents treated Aiden Shaw’s parents well, so Aiden Shaw preserved that goodness with his sincerity, ensuring their daughter lived a worry-free life.
Being nice to Joyce Hughes is just out of sentint, not obligation.
By sentints and reason, Joyce Hughes shouldn’t take it for granted as if it’s the Shaw family’s responsibility.
He has done quite enough, and yet Joyce Hughes takes advantage of her parents’ kindness to do whatever she wishes, repeatedly morally blackmailing them.
Using the card of a life-saving benefactor’s daughter to do so many heartless things.
Before, she watched the show, waiting to see what Aiden Shaw would eventually do about Joyce Hughes.
But now it’s different; Joyce Hughes didn’t know better and let trouble co to her doorstep, so she has to step in personally.
Tiana Thorne had a chair brought over and sat there waiting for Uncle Hayes to co out.
...
In the room.
Joyce Hughes was startled by the question, frowning: "Who told you?"
Although Uncle Hayes hadn’t known Tiana Thorne for long, he knew her nature well enough; they don’t bother each other and live their own lives.
She isn’t the kind of person to pour salt on soone else’s wound.
Given this, she wouldn’t speak nonsense; she must know sothing to have him ask.
Unexpectedly, asking this actually dug out sothing substantial.
He knew his niece too well; her expression must be indicative.
He was sowhat anxious as he continued to ask: "Don’t worry about who told ; this is important. Tell your uncle honestly, did you find your brother?"
"No."
Uncle Hayes was sowhat angry, more of a frustration with her stubbornness: "Joyce, he’s your parents’ only son in this world, your biological brother, the Hughes family’s lineage, your relative. Tell , where he is now and I’ll bring him back."
Joyce Hughes shook her head: "Uncle, I really didn’t find him."
Uncle Hayes was so angry that he wished he could slap her: "Quickly, where is he? I’ll go fetch him myself."
Joyce Hughes looked up at him, biting her lip: "Even if I found my brother, where would you bring him to?"
"Have you forgotten? This is not the Hughes family; it’s the Shaw family. He bought you an estate in the East District, no less than here. Aiden Shaw’s kindness is rare. When you find Loomis Hughes, you should bring him to thank Aiden Shaw for taking care of you all these years. After that, you siblings can live in your own ho, and the Hughes family will be better than before."
Joyce Hughes felt very unbalanced within; she knew that as soon as her brother was found, they’d be driven out.
Her eyes turned red as she questioned: "Why should we thank Aiden Shaw? How does it beco a favor?"
These two questions made Uncle Hayes slap the table in anger: "He’s treated you like a sister all these years; do you have no gratitude at all?"
Joyce Hughes clenched her fists: "It’s what he is supposed to do. He owes ."
"What does he owe you?"
Joyce Hughes’ eyes turned even redder, filled with tears, as she yelled back: "My parents died for his parents; otherwise, I wouldn’t be so lonely and helpless."
Uncle Hayes frowned: "How foolish! Your parents saved Mr. and Mrs. Shaw willingly; in an ordinary family, compensation of tens of thousands and gratitude visits would not leave room for gossip. Just because it’s the Shaw family, with power and influence, they bought you an estate and gave you the best education environnt, treating you like family. You still feel they owe you? You can’t be insatiable; you must know to be grateful."
Joyce Hughes cried; she couldn’t understand what her uncle was saying: "What’s the use of his kindness to ? But I still don’t have my parents; should they be dead? That’s what their family owes !"
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