Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1832

Chapter 1832: Requesting Christian's Support

Luther raised an eyebrow and looked at Justin. "Didn't you say you wouldn't come back? Why are you here in Khebury?"

Justin scoffed, "The Henderson headquarters is still here, so of course I had to come back for business. If it wasn't a coincidence, I wouldn't have appeared in front of you. So, has the antidote to the poison been found?"

Luther shook his head.

Frowning, Justin asked, "What will happen if it can't be found?"

"If it can't be found, I have a little over two months left to live," Luther replied calmly, glancing in the direction of Joyce. He didn't hide the truth.

Justin was taken aback.

It seemed that he had underestimated the severity of the situation. It had been such a long time, yet there had been no progress in finding the antidote. He looked back at Joyce, imagining how worried she must be.

"Why is it like this?!" Justin asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Luther shook his head, "I've already hired the best team of biologists, and they have been trying their best."

"Does she know?" Justin's eyes showed even more concern.

"Yes, she knows," Luther admitted, "You know what kind of person she is, there's no way to hide it from her."

Justin sighed, feeling a pang in his heart. Joyce was bearing so much pressure, and he couldn't imagine how she was enduring day by day.

"Why did you adopt Fair?" Luther asked. This was probably one of the rare calm conversations between him and Justin.

"I don't plan to get married. The Henderson family needs an heir, and she is suitable," Justin replied frankly.

Luther paused for a moment, surprised that Justin held such a mindset, intending to never marry for the sake of Joyce.

"Why do you have to do this? You will surely meet someone suitable for you. Why go to such extremes and make such a firm decision?" Luther frowned.

Justin retorted, "If you were in my shoes, could you?"

Luther was speechless.

Indeed, during the four years he had lost Joyce, he had held the same mindset.

He fell silent.

At this moment, an unspoken understanding passed between the two men.

"I'll just say this, I hope you can get through this difficult time," Justin patted Luther's shoulder and didn't say anything more, passing by him.

When Joyce saw Justin walking back, she said, "Justin, you're also anxious staying here. There's a hotel across the amusement park. Why don't you go and rest for a while? I'll notify you as soon as we rescue Fair. Are you still using the same phone number?"

Justin nodded, "Yes. Alright, I'll go and get a room across the street."

He knew Joyce wanted him to leave, and she must have her reasons. Besides, he didn't understand much about these matters, so staying wouldn't be of much help.

"Uncle Henderson," Anderson called out, tears in his eyes, thanking Justin, "Thank you for saving her from Athena's hands. Thank you for saving her life."

Justin gently touched Anderson's hair. Anderson now looked like a child. He knew there was an extraordinary bond between Anderson and Fair, two innocent souls who had experienced hardships together. Anderson's anxious and worried expression confirmed his suspicions.

If in the future, Anderson and Fair could be together.

He suddenly glanced at Joyce.

In that case, he and Joyce would still have a connection. He could become their relative. That was the reason for him to stay by her side silently, watching her happiness.

How could she almost forget? Luther and Christian had a falling out, and the truth of the past had not yet been found. Although Christian had let go of his grudges and helped her, they were still adversaries.

Luther remained silent. He was also helpless about Christian's persistence. He didn't want to get involved or be interested in Christian's feelings towards Athena to this day.

After a moment, Joyce got up and dialed Christian's number.

After a brief conversation, Christian agreed.

Darrin asked eagerly, "What did Mr. Ballard say?"

Joyce replied, "He agreed. He's sending several teams to assist Commander Zhao in negotiating with the criminals inside the activity center. If a conflict arises, his people can also help."

Darrin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good. Let's call Cloud now. We need to stabilize him and prevent him from becoming suspicious," Luther suggested.

Commander Zhao dialed the number Cloud had called from before.

After the call was connected, a low voice came from the other end, "Have you figured out how to hand over the blueprints to me?"

The call was on speakerphone.

Joyce replied, "Yes."

Just then, the call was abruptly cut off, leaving only the busy tone.

Joyce, Luther, and Darrin exchanged glances.

What happened? Why did it feel like something went wrong on Cloud's end?