You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1711: Sure Enough, Concrete Evidence

Joyce rubbed her sleepy eyes. She glanced at the sleeping Anderson, lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and quietly made her way

to the living room.

"Oh, you calledin the middle of the night just for this?" she asked calmly.

Kane's voice sounded even more urgent on the phone. "Sis, you sound so calm. Do you already know? Could it be that the reports

are true? How is that possible? You've only returned to Khebury recently, and Mr. Warner is already having an affair?"

Joyce turned on the corner lamp in the living room and sat on the couch. "l don't know. | just heard it from you."

"Where is Mr. Warner? Don't you want to ask him? Is he with you? Wake him up and ask him. If it's a misunderstanding, clarify it

early on. Don't let the news break tomorrow morning," Kane urged anxiously.

"He's not at home; he hasn't cback these past few days," Joyce pondered for a moment. "What do the reports specifically say?

Have you seen the so-called concrete evidence?"

Kane quickly replied, "I haven't seen the articles or the evidence. But they say it's solid and believable. Sis, the news is too big, and

| don't have the power to suppress it entirely. | can control the media controlled by the Zuo family, but the source of this news isn't

on my side. If Mr. Warner were to personally address it, maybe the news could be suppressed. That's why | called you urgently. It's

three in the morning, but there's still time."

Pausing for a moment, he cautiously probed, "What... what do you think? Why hasn't Mr. Warner cback these past few days? |

know | shouldn't ask, but I'm really worried about you. | can hardly believe it."

"Heh heh. If you can't believe it, then don't. Don't worry, there's nothing for you to be concerned about," Joyce poured herself a

glass of water. "There's no need to suppress the news. Let the media expose it. Tomorrow, I'll see how the gossip magazines write

about it."

"Ah! Sis, what exactly are you thinking?" Kane expressed his confusion.

"Kane, in any case, you don't need to worry about this matter. | have my own plans. Trust me; | will handle it," Joyce looked at the

tand said, "It's too late now. I'll go back to sleep for a while, and you should rest as well. Pretend you don't know about this."

"Alright," Kane's voice sounded conflicted. "Sis, are you really okay with this? Do you know something?"

"lI don't know the details, but | believe in him. Please believe in him too. Kane, | have a favor to ask. If anyone from JK Intelligence

or my parents asks you about this matter, tell them that we're aware of the situation and that it was deliberately orchestrated with

a purpose. Please assure them not to worry, especially Juanita. She will dig deeper, so remember not to say anything wrong."

"Okay. | understand," Kane sighed on the phone.

"I'm hanging up if there's nothing else," Joyce said.

"Sis, please take care of yourself," Kane gave one final reminder. "If you encounter any difficulties, letknow. I'll do my best to

help you."

"I know. Look at you, so young and already so verbose," Joyce chuckled as she ended the call. "Goodbye."

Once she hung up, she placed her phone aside and leaned against the couch, crossing her arms. Her expression was hidden in the

dimness, making it difficult to discern. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she remained unusually calm.

She glanced at her phone a few times, but the dark screen never lit up again. Luther hadn't contacted her, disappearing without a

trace.

Quietly sipping her tea, she breathed evenly, her emotions undisturbed.

She sat for about half an hour.

Joyce slowly got up and returned to bed.

Anderson turned over, causing the blanket to slip off. She reached out to cover him, lying down and hugging him as they continued

to sleep.

Surprisingly, she slept soundly throughout the night without waking up again.

It was as if all the worries that had lingered for so long had finally been exposed, giving her a sense of relief.

She slept deeply until the urgent knocking on the door sounded in the morning.

"General, wake up. Sorry for the disturbance, but we need you to get up," Darrin's anxious voice cfrom outside the door.

Anderson was actually awakened by Darrin first. He sat up and checked the time. It was around 7 a. m., and it was about tto

getup. He nudged Joyce, who was still asleep. "Mummy, Uncle Darrin is calling you."

Only then did Joyce wake up groggily. She held Anderson and got out of bed. After getting up, she replied, "I know, givefive

minutes."

Darrin immediately responded, "Okay."

Joyce quickly freshened up and helped Anderson freshen up as well.

She opened the door, and Darrin was waiting outside. Joyce handed Anderson over to Mr. Arnold and instructed him, "Anderson, go

have breakfast with Mr. Arnold and then go to school. Uncle Darrin and | have something to discuss."

Anderson nodded obediently. "Okay."

He understood that something must have happened; otherwise, Uncle Darrin wouldn't have cto knock on Mummy's door so

early in the morning. That had never happened before. But after going through so much, he had learned to stay calm.

Dealing with one thing at a time, he trusted Mummy and Daddy to find a solution.

After Anderson left, Joyce followed Darrin to the sitting room.

"What's going on? Tell me," Joyce asked calmly.

"At 6:30 a. m., the news broke, involving Mr. Warner. You need to take a look," Darrin furrowed his brow, his face tense. "| was

shocked when | saw it, so | rushed over to tell you."

With that, Darrin handed Joyce his iPad and opened the news page.

"It's the headline on every website. Almost all of them have reports. Now, trying to suppress it is almost impossible, and many

people have already seen it. What should we do?" Darrin's face was tense.

Joyce sat on the couch in the sitting room and accepted the iPad from Darrin. The eye-catching headline made her eyes light up.

"First Love Returns with a Bang, Concrete Evidence of Mr. Warner's Affair?!"

Her slender fingers lightly scrolled on the screen as she briefly skimmed through the news. Aside from the exaggerated wording,

there were also several pictures. Although they were all of the figures’ backs, they clearly captured the profiles of Luther and a

woman. One of the photos showed Luther slightly turning his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted cheek.

It was indeed concrete evidence.

Joyce chuckled coldly. "You see, Christian was indeed hiding something fromyesterday. His sister, Athena, didn't die."

i - i it too. First love must be referring to Athena. Ten years ago, she didn't die

past few days, Mr. Warner has been with her? General, what do you plan

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