You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 253

"Since Grandma chose to modify her will before she died, there must be a reason behind it. Grandma

died for no reason, and I will not divorce until we find out the truth." Luther stated his attitude on the

spot.

Charlotte also heard it clearly, and her face changed.

Find out the truth? She knew best who the real murderer was. The day they found out the truth, won't it

be the day of her death?

She could never let them know about the truth and Luther would never get a divorce?

"Luther, the Heath family wants to see you. Rodney will meet you personally. Cecelia and I have

agreed on a time, the night after tomorrow, and we will go together. At least there should be an

explanation." Jacqueline wanted to use the Heath family to suppress him.

Luther's thin lips curled up, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'll make my attitude clear to

Rodney in person."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced over to Charlotte, who had always pretended to be clueless.

The eyes were so cool, without a trace of temperature.

Charlotte's heart was half cold. His indifferent attitude to her was not as grateful and indebted as

before. Probably he just wanted to repudiate the marriage contract in person.

At that moment, Joyce returned to the lounge from the bathroom.

Having just thrown up, she looked pale and her lips had lost their blood.

Luther saw the difference in her and nervously stood up and walked over to Joyce, asking with

concern, "What's wrong with you? Did the wound crack again? Does it hurt? Here, let me see."

As he said that, his long arm had already swept her to his side, trying to lift her coat to check the

wound.

His mind was all on Joyce, completely forgetting that there were other people in the room.

Joyce glanced at Jacqueline, and Shelly, and their eyes were like knives stabbing at her, not to mention

Charlotte was still there.

How embarrassing?

He was overly concerned about her. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She hurriedly pushed Luther away, avoiding his touch, and waved her hands, "I'm fine. Maybe I ate

something cold this morning and my stomach is not feeling well."

"Why? I had breakfast with you, there can't be a problem. Should I just ask Jamie to come and take a

look at it for you." After saying that, he was about to make a phone call.

"No." Joyce hastily snatched his phone, "I said no! I'm fine!"

Embarrassed, she nudged Luther hard and reminded him in a whisper, "So many people are here!"

Luther then came back to his senses. He did, just now, see how uncomfortable Joyce was, ignoring

that there were others next to him.

At this point, Charlotte was feeling both angry and desparate.

What a contrast! Twice she had pretended to have dry heaving, and Luther had simply asked out of

courtesy and nothing more. She had expected Luther to worry enough to take her home or take her to

the hospital so that she could be alone. Who knew that he would do nothing at all.

But when Joyce had a little discomfort, his nervousness was just so obvious.

Charlotte felt deeply hurt. No matter how thick-skinned she could pretend to be, she just could not stay

any longer.

She was just looking for embarrassment herself staying there!

"Sorry, I'll leave you guys to talk." She did her best to show a smile, but in reality it was worse than

crying. After saying that, she hurriedly left as if she had run away.

When she made it to the front door, Ricky was waiting for her in the car.

And Ricky immediately noticed that there was something wrong with her face, "What's wrong?"

"Joyce!" Charlotte's eyes were red with rage, "Joyce, she would just have to die!"