You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

After Karl had sent Joyce away.

Karl returned to his office.

When he looked back upon what happened today, he felt like he was dreaming.

For four years, the heavy stone he had been carrying in his heart finally fell to the ground at this moment.

But he did not feel at ease at all, because, as he knew, a stronger opponent had appeared.

Otis, the second most powerful man in the military, was much more difficult to deal with than Ricky.

Back then, even if it was but a mere Ricky, his carelessness almost cost him his life. Today's Otis would be more than that. But, he

was no longer the Karl of that year either, and now, he had tremendous power in his hand.

That said, his long-cherished wish for four years had finally creal and he felt so relieved.

As long as Joyce was safe, he would have no regrets.

He felt relieved, and he thought of Juanita, who had been his silent support for four years, and he picked up his cell phone and

dialed her number.

Usually they didn’t see each other much, and after the accident four years ago, Juanita becquite shy instead. She had been

deliberately avoiding him. If it wasn't for the continuous efforts of the two families to create opportunities for them to meet, he was

afraid they might have already lost contact.

He seldom took the lead in such a matter, and he was usually very busy at work, so he seldom called her.

A few moments later, the call was answered.

Juanita's sweet and delicate voice came, "Well, Karl, are you looking for me? Is there something wrong?"

"l want to see you tonight, Cloud Sea Restaurant, six o'clock. How's that?" He paused for a moment, "We can talk about it ... about

getting married."

Apparently, the person on the phone, froze for a moment.

"Your mother is pushing you again? It's okay. I'll talk to her, and | don't want to get married yet."

"No. My mom didn't say anything, and | wanted to call you myself." Karl said softly.

This time, on the phone, the silence lasted much longer.

Karl waited patiently for Juanita's reply.

After a long time, so long that he almost thought she had hung up long ago.

"Did you ... find her?" She asked.

"Hmm."

Karl faintly uttered a word, and he sounded relaxed.

"Good. See you tonight." She answered softly and immediately hung up the phone.

On the other hand, when Luther called Joyce, to his surprise, the call was answered by Karl.

After Karl hung up the phone, an inexplicable fear and panic welled up in him.

What could the bizarre murder of that Mr. Walsh of Blue Maple have to do with her? It was clear that she was with him yesterday.

He rushed to turn on the TV.

It so happened that the channel was broadcasting the Hotel Dragon murder live.

A police cordon had been set up underneath the building, several police cars were parked at the entrance, police officers were

busy going in and out, and reporters had all gathered in front of Hotel Dragon.

The news anchor narrated excitedly, "This morning, a bizarre murder occurred in our city. The deceased is Mr. Walsh of Blue Maple

Group. So far, the police have not found any suspicious people entering the scene. According to our sources, the deceased does

not look like he has died a natural death. There are even comments that it looks more like it was done by non-humans ..."

Since Anderson was beside him and the TV was showing a bloody picture, Luther then turned off the TV.

He really didn't expect that that Mr. Walsh of Blue Maple Group had died, and he didn’t know if it was the older Mr. Walsh or the

younger Mr. Walsh.

After four years of absence, Karl went to the House of Inspection Special Investigation Unit?

How did he get involved in this case?

What could the murder have to do with Joyce?

And why was Karl with her? And he was answering her phone calls?

There had been too many questions that could not be explained.

At that moment, Anderson tugged on Luther's sleeve, "Uncle Luther, I'm hungry."

Luther held his forehead. How he forgot that she left hin a hurry this morning and left the child with him?

Really!!! A great deal of trust in him!!!

Forget it. Since she was with Karl, there could be no danger for the tbeing.

He could forget about that for now, and it's more important to take care of Anderson.

"Okay, I'll make you something." He stroked Anderson’ soft hair, his dark eyes overflowing with soft light.

"Uh-huh, wait for you." Anderson nodded.

Luther approached the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

He took out eggs, ham, vegetables, and apples.

He made a pot of cereal.

Then, thick sandwiches were made and apple juice was squeezed.

Then, he set the breakfast neatly on the table and called out, "Anderson, let's have breakfast."

Anderson quickly climbed up to the chair.

Luther served him a bowl! of cereal, made another sandwich, and poured a glass of apple juice.

"Wow, that looks so delicious." Anderson clapped his little hands, "I can't see that you can cook too."

Luther froze, "Why would you think that way?"

Although he could not cook too complicated dishes, he sure can make ssimple ones. Without Joyce around him, he often

stayed by himself. He did not want to go out, did not want to see people, and when it was time, made sfood for himself to just

get by, day after day, year after year.

Those days and the loneliness made him cringe. He never wanted to go back to the past.

And in front of him, Anderson was having his breakfast with great pleasure. It felt so good.

"Anyway, you look like you're not very good at housework." Anderson heckled, "But the cereal you made is really quite tasty."

"Huh." Luther laughed out loud.

He looked like a young master who could not do anything, didn’t he?

"Eat more." He gently knocked Anderson’ little head.

Just when Anderson finished his breakfast.

The door to the apartment suddenly creaked open.

Joyce cin from the outside, and she used pupil recognition to unlock the door.

As soon as she entered the door, she smelled the breakfast, which instantly whetted her appetite.

"Mommy, you're home." Anderson ran to the door, hugged Joyce's thigh and jumped excitedly.

Joyce looked up and saw Luther's angry handsface, and then looked at the breakfast on the table. She said awkwardly, "You're

awake. Have you all had breakfast?"

"Huh." Luther glared at her with displeasure and pointed to the clock on the wall, "So you still know your way back. It's almost

noon."

She knew she was in the wrong, "Is there any breakfast left? | haven't had breakfast yet."

In fact, she was about to throw up from hunger.

"Saved it for you." He glanced at her coldly and gave her a bowl of cereal and set it on the table.

"Okay, thanks."

Joyce put down her bag, sat down at the table, and ate in silence.

Soon, she finished a bowl of cereal.

Luther sat next to her and waited patiently for her to finish eating. Then, he suddenly reached out and pressed her arm firmly, "Are

you okay?"

His bright black eyes were filled with concern, and his worry was undisguised.

"I'm fine."

Her heart warmed up and she shook her head.

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