You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 694

"You really don't know?" Luther asked rhetorically with a sneer.

"Should | know..." Jacqueline stammered, not understanding exactly what Luther was talking about, "Luther, did you hurt your head

and does it still hurt now ..."

She wanted to change the topic, with a vague feeling in her heart that maybe it had something to do with Joyce.

"Joyce shot Ricky before she fell off the cliff. Otherwise, right now, in front of you, | would have been a corpse." Luther said it

directly, pointing at the center of his forehead, "Ricky has aimed athere, and if she shot him one second later, I'm dead."

"She, she, she killed Ricky?!" Jacqueline was shocked because the police never revealed the details of the case. Ricky died, Joyce

fell off a cliff and disappeared, Luther was seriously injured, and two other detectives were shot. That's all she knew.

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She did not expect that the vicious outlaw, Ricky, was actually shot and killed by Joyce.

She did not even know that Joyce could use a pistol. It seemed that there were so many things she did not know.

"Heh." Luther sneered disdainfully.

"She is ... she ... she's missing, but the police are still ... still searching." Jacqueline did not dare to say more. She poured a glass of

water with trembling hands and carefully handed it over, "Have swater. You just woke up, and your lips are so dry that they

are peeling."

Luther did not pick it up. He simply looked aside in a daze, his eyes showing silent sorrow.

Jacqueline could see that Luther was in pain. All these years, he had never shown such a desperate look to her. When he was much

younger, he didn't cry or make a fuss when things went wrong. The quieter he was, however, the more frightened she felt. Right

now, underneath his seemingly calm expression, there must be waves of strong emotions.

However, she knew Joyce must be dead. Falling from such a high cliff into the sea, she had not been found after three days. How

could she survive? They just had not yet found the body.

She did not dare to stimulate him and did not know how to comfort him. But his life must go on, and he could not always dwell on

the pain, which was not conducive to his physical recovery.

"Luther, don't be upset when you think about Joyce." Jacqueline couldn't help but console as she moved her glass of water closer

and handed it to him again.

Luther listened and suddenly, irritably raised his hand and the whole glass of water was instantly knocked over by him.

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Jacqueline was too frightened to make a sound and stared blankly at his gloomy face.

"Stop it! She's not going to die! She's not going to die! If something happened to her, the police would have found ..." He suddenly

couldn't go on, and he kept reassuring himself that no news was the best news!

Not being able to find her only meant that she was likely to have continued living somewhere.

Three days had passed, and that they still could not find her was the best news.

"Yes, yes, yes, Luther, take it easy. You have several broken ribs and your lungs were hurt. You can't be that emotional."

Jacqueline’s eyes also got red. At the end of the day, she was still worried about her son.

"Nobody wants things to go this way. Nobody could have expected such a thing." Jacqueline lamented. She was deceived by that

hypocritical Charlotte. She always pretended to be so mild and well-mannered, but in fact, she was just as venomous as a snake.

Ricky was the bodyguard of Charlotte. It must have also been Charlotte who had asked him to chase after Joyce.”