You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1189

They had got everything ready.

However, they had not yet inquired about where Cecelia was.

She never thought that the most crucial part would be in Charlotte's hands.

Joyce and Luther looked at each other.

Luther shook his head gently. Apparently, he did not know.

Joyce's eyes were complicated, and she was biting her lip hard.

Charlotte saw their reaction and said smugly, "You all don't know, do you? Oh, I'm the only one who knows."

"Joyce, it's been over twenty years, and now you finally knew who your parents are, but unfortunately your mother is in a coma in the hospital and your father is under house arrest. Your grandfather was already dead. What difference does it make whether you can find your parent or not?"

Luther was silent.

Charlotte was right. If they could not save Cecelia and General Ralph, and the Heath family was occupied by Otis, what was the point of everything they did?

"Charlotte, don't you want to run away? I'll give you money, as much as you want." Luther burst out of his teeth word by word.

"Money?" Charlotte sneered.

Her body suddenly began to hurt again, more violent than ever, and the painkillers must have lost their effect, and the pain was several times what it was before.

She coughed violently, unable to stop.

Finally she coughed up a mouthful of blood and spraying it all on the ground.

The red color was shocking to the eye.

Her mouth tasted like blood.

Money? What good could money do to this broken body of hers? Where could she escape to? Who could spare her? She killed his grandmother, so she didn't believe Luther would let her go. The Heath family would let her go, either.

Charlotte was so angry that her last string was taut, "Luther, you confessed to Joyce right in front of me! You!"

Bitch, what gave Joyce the right? She's not happy about it!

"Charlotte!"

Joyce couldn't take it anymore and raised the gun in her hand, pointing it straight at Charlotte's brow.

"Come on, where the hell is my mom? Otherwise ..."

"Or what?" Charlotte interrupted Joyce in a cold voice, pointing to her forehead, "You shoot! After you shoot, no one will ever know where Cecelia is again. Otis will surely kill them eventually. You'll be waiting to collect their bodies!"

Joyce clutched the gun in her hand, knowing that Charlotte was right.

Charlotte was even more pleased, "Hahahaha, Joyce, for the sake of the two of us, I'll give you a chance to choose one of the two."