You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1954: Fetching The Needle

Chapter 1954: Fetching the Needle

Upon returning home, Anderson and Alisha were already dressed and waiting at the door.

Joyce had called ahead to make sure they were ready to go out and play together.

As they arrived at the door, they each parked their cars in front.

Aaron had brought a camper van and was waiting.

Cecelia, holding a child's hand, handed them over to Joyce, saying, "Go and have fun. Even though

you're about to give birth, you should increase your activity now, so the delivery will be smoother."

"Okay," Joyce nodded, though she had already decided on a cesarean birth and scheduled it with Dr.

Jiang for the 8th, without telling anyone. Once she made up her mind, she stuck to it.

Anderson and Alisha got into the car.

Luther helped Joyce and lifted her into the camper van before following himself.

Cecelia gestured, and two special agents from the warlord's side, responsible for security, sat in the

front but did not enter the camper van.

As the camper van started, Cecelia waved goodbye as she watched them leave.

At that moment, Clint looked out of his staff dormitory window. He had noticed Joyce hurriedly leaving

earlier in the morning alone in her car, unsure of her destination. Prior to that, he had seen Luther leave

in his car ahead.

He had been working at Joyce's JK Intelligence company for some time, trying to avoid attracting her

attention or arousing Jude's suspicion, acting quietly and dealing with simple matters in the office every

day.

At first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

But he had been observing closely, especially the relationship between Joyce and Luther, which

puzzled him. Despite their seemingly good relationship, Joyce's face lacked smiles and often showed a

melancholic expression.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

In recent days, he hadn't bothered Joyce as he was busy making secret arrangements and handling

matters on Rohomes' side.

Everything was going according to his plan.

Out of caution, he noticed Joyce frequently visiting the hospital, so he kept an eye out. He had his

trusted confidant discreetly inquire about Joyce's conversations with the doctor each time she visited

but had yet to receive a response.

Seeing Joyce, Luther, and the two children happily leave, he couldn't help feeling envious.

As he crumpled the pen in his hand, he wondered: was he jealous? He wasn't sure what he was upset

about.

The camper van drove off, disappearing from his sight.

Clint's mood worsened the longer he spent with Joyce, realizing she was unlike any other woman he

had met before. Unwanted thoughts fluttered in his mind, and he forcefully shook his head to clear

them. The imminent inheritance of power took precedence now.

Just then, his phone rang.

He answered the call.

It was his informant from the hospital who finally had news.

"Your Highness, it was difficult to infiltrate the warlord's hospital. Dr. Jiang is also a confidant of the

young marshal. He keeps tight-lipped. Initially, I couldn't gather any information, so it took me a while.

After familiarizing myself with the hospital's structure, I sneaked in last night and unlocked Dr. Jiang's

computer. That's when I discovered that Joyce intends to have a cesarean section on the 8th. The note

specifically mentioned that the twins were developing normally, and she autonomously requested an

early cesarean section, two weeks in advance, instead of a natural delivery as previously planned. The

information was encrypted, and I only found out after decoding it," the informant continued, "There was

no other significant information."

"Understood," Clint hung up the phone.

He paced back and forth in the room.

It was strange; given Joyce's excellent health, she had no need for a cesarean section. What could be

the reason for her rushed decision to bring forward the date by two weeks? There must be a

compelling reason for Joyce to do so.

But what was it? He couldn't grasp it.

He suspected it might be the cause of Joyce's recent low mood. She hardly came to the office and only

addressed a few matters. Initially, he assumed that nearing the end of her term, Joyce would be resting

at home due to mobility issues.

Apparently not.

Clint set the phone aside, realizing there was a week to go until the 8th. In the meantime, what could

he do? Should he advance his plan or act before Joyce's delivery?

He had already tracked Jude's movements thoroughly and knew taking Jude away would be easy but

might raise Joyce's suspicions. But if he did it during her delivery, she would be preoccupied.

Taking Jude away and seizing Joyce's company's confidential documents would be the ideal moment

then.

Moreover, living in the same building as her for some time, he had learned the security system

thoroughly. Sending his men to break into her home and take important documents wouldn't be difficult.

Should he take advantage of the 8th? Clint pondered deeply.

Should he do so, he would have to find a way to get closer to Joyce in the coming days and sneak into

her home to investigate thoroughly.

And there was the nuisance of someone else.

Clint's sharp gaze shifted downstairs through the window.

That person was Cecelia.

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Suddenly, Clint's eyes lit up as he picked up the satellite phone and dialed a secret number.

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