Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1735

Chapter 1735: Striking at the Root

"Anderson, it's time for you to go to sleep. Mommy will discuss things with Uncle Darrin, okay?"

Anderson obediently nodded, "Okay."

Joyce turned to Darrin and said, "Wait here for a moment. I'll settle him first."

"Sure, I'll check some information. You go ahead." Darrin picked up his laptop and headed to the sofa in the living room. He noticed the late-night snack on the table and asked, "Do you and Anderson want to eat a bit more?"

Joyce shook her head, "I'm not hungry. You can finish the snack." She had no appetite, having hurriedly taken a few bites earlier. At this moment, her mind was preoccupied with the new developments, and she needed space to think.

Darrin replied, "Alright."

"Oh, by the way, check the records of my stay at Manderson Hospital during my time at Mufron," Joyce's eyes lit up as she suddenly said, "See if there were any other special patients during my hospitalization."

Darrin understood what Joyce meant, "Oh, I got it. Let me hack into the patient information system of the other party and carefully investigate. Leave it to me."

At this moment, Anderson peered out and asked, "Hack into their system? Can you do it? Do you want me to help?"

Darrin glanced at Anderson disapprovingly, "Don't underestimate me. Go to sleep quickly. I'm an expert in this field too, just not as young as you to have learned it."

Anderson stuck out his tongue at Darrin. Kane was gone, and now there was Darrin. That was fine too; he had someone to play with.

"Mommy, let's go. Can I play games with Uncle Darrin in the future?"

Joyce nodded, then took Anderson to wash up and brush his teeth, making sure everything was set. She stayed with him in his room for a while.

With the lights off, the room was enveloped in darkness. Joyce gently stroked Anderson's back, soothing him to sleep. She knew that Anderson must be restless tonight, recalling his past experience of being kidnapped. She wanted to accompany him and wait until he fell into a deep sleep before leaving.

The thought that both her children had fallen into Athena's hands made her breathe faster, and her mood grew more restless.

If their analysis was correct, then Alisha might still be alive and in Athena's hands.

Athena had met her that afternoon, forcing her to divorce, but she didn't use Alisha as leverage. It meant that Athena had bigger plans, deeper conspiracies, and didn't need to threaten them with Alisha. That was what scared her the most and made her worry.

After a while, Anderson's breathing finally became steady.

He had been tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and she had tried to soothe him. It wasn't easy for him to finally fall asleep soundly. Joyce got up from Anderson's room and returned to the living room.

"Mr. Warner must know, but he can't tell us. He's afraid of provoking Athena, that crazy woman, which would be detrimental to Alisha. I wrongly blamed Mr. Warner before. Commander, please don't blame me. I always had some doubts about his actions," Darrin expressed with a hint of apology.

Joyce smiled, "You haven't been with him for long, so it's normal to have doubts. There's no point in discussing it now. Since he chose not to tell us, it certainly means the situation is not optimistic. Therefore, even if we know, we have to pretend we don't. We can't act rashly. With Athena's vigilance, she must be monitoring Luther from all angles. If we expose ourselves, he will be exposed too."

Darrin closed his laptop and agreed, "The commander is right. So, what do we do next?"

Joyce took a few more sips of her congee, her eyes narrowing as she pondered.

After finishing her congee, she suddenly brightened, "Since we can't confront Athena directly, let's start with our cooperation with Reuben. Let's start with OGW and the forces behind Athena."

"Using a strategy to strike at the root?" Darrin's voice raised in excitement.

"Yes, exactly. Let's find a way to undermine Athena's support. Without her allies, the rest will fall into place," Joyce's lips curved with a confident smile.

Chess, one move at a time.

If they couldn't confront the situation head-on, they would find a way to circle around from behind.