You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 244

When she saw Luther's surprised expression, Joyce explained, "That afternoon, I had received a

strange threatening phone call, the phone number is quite strange. The other end sounded like a man,

using a voice processor. He said I should go back to the Warner residence immediately and alone. If I

dare to call the police, Stephanie would be dead." Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

"I was not sure what had happened, and was afraid that something had really happened to Grandma,

so I rushed downstairs and took a taxi back home."

She said while setting up the video and pressing the play button.

In the video, she sat down in the back of the cab, panting, and said to the driver, "No. 1 Sophora Street,

please."

Then, she looked at her watch over and over again.

"Please hurry up." She urged the driver.

"Miss, there's a lot of traffic on the road at this hour. I have exceeded the speed limit!" In the video,

although the driver's face could not be seen, the driver's voice came clearly.

Immediately after it, she took out two five hundred dollar bills from her wallet and stuffed them into the

driver’s pocket, "It's really a hundred thousand dollars, please."

"Got it." The driver replied.

Then, the sound of the driver stepping on the gas and accelerating could be faintly heard.

After a while.

They saw her pick up the phone, hesitate for a moment, and finally dial a number.

"I'm too late to explain to you, I'm at the Warner residence, No. 1 Sophora Street. I brought you here

the last time. Juanita, listen, twenty minutes from now, if I call you within twenty minutes, it means

everything’s okay. If it’s over 20 minutes and I don't call you, you call the police."

"You must not come. Remember what I said and hang up."

In the picture, she hung up the phone.

Immediately after, the cab stopped.

"Do you need me to drive you in?" The driver's voice inquired from the front.

"No, I'll just get out here." The scene showed her getting out of the car quickly and closing the door

behind her.

The entire video surveillance footage showed the complete process, with a clear picture and clear

sound.

Joyce heaved a sigh of relief when she finished watching it.

She pointed to the laptop screen and showed it to Luther, "Look, it's here just now, and there's the time

shown at the bottom, which proves that I called Juanita beforehand. I asked Juanita to call the police. I

couldn't prove this to the police before because neither Juanita nor I had a recording on our cell

phones, so there was no proof of what I said. But now, I can prove that I sensed the danger and asked

Juanita to call the police in 20 minutes. It doesn't prove my innocence directly, but at least, if I am the

murderer, there is absolutely no need to expose myself, and that would be illogical, right?"

Luther watched the whole video with a serious face, his long eyebrows tightened, his face getting

darker and darker, and he finally bellowed angrily, "Joyce, why didn't you call me at that time?!"

Joyce was startled by his sudden anger and even dropped the mouse in her hand in the car.

The space in the car was cramped and his long body was so close to hers that she could hardly even

breathe.

"I …" she ran out of words, she was indeed scared at the time, and she thought about calling him. It

would be far better even if she could send him a message back then. But she backed out, she was

afraid he wouldn't trust her.

"Go ahead, why didn't you call me? You don't know how dangerous the situation is? Aren't you afraid of

getting yourself killed? Running back alone? Are you out of your mind? You're just trying to be a hero!"

He scolded in his face.