Chapter 1147

He sighed, "How nice it would be to know exactly which secret hospital

Cecelia is in. Now that the communication inside the military is all cut

off and no news can be sent out, there is really nothing we can do.”

Luther gently patted Karl.

“There has been progress, so we must not rush. I am sure there will be

a turnaround.”

Karl let out a long sigh, "Hopefully."

"By the way, when I was on my way out today, I slipped my tongue."

Luther wrinkled his eyebrows and reminded, “I told Joyce I was getting

out to meet with you. We have to think of a reason, in case she asks

why we met. Look, how about saying it's because of the death of Mr.

Walsh?"

Karl slowly turned his head and gazed steadily at Luther.

Half a minute later, he said, "Let's put her off with that. But I have a

feeling that, with Joyce's intelligence, she's not far from guessing the

truth.”

Luther frowned deeply.

Yes, he slipped my tongue, and if Joyce followed the trail and found the

truth ... If she knew that he had long known her identity, what would she

do?

"We have gone this far, and we can only wait and see how the thing will

play out. It's useless to think about it too much.” Karl shrugged his

shoulders, and he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "It's getting

late, and you should hurry back. I'll continue to check all the people on

the list. I'll email you a copy when it's done.”

"Good. We can talk about our next step later." Luther picked up his

jacket that was draping on top of the couch.

As he walked to the door, Karl suddenly called out to him.

"Wait."

Luther looked back.

Karl's expression at this moment was extraordinarily serious and

earnest.

“This time, no matter what, you have to protect her."

Luther's heart sank to the bottom. He knew it. The last time, he did not

protect her, and she fell into the sea and went missing for four years.

Wasn't it the greatest punishment and torture for him?

It was more than a thousand long nights. He did not know how he

survived, and he almost thought that he could not hold on.

There would never be a next time.

He turned back around and faced Karl directly, and his expression

showed unprecedented determination.

"Don't worry. Even if I die, I won't let anything happen to her."

With that, he turned around and left Karl's office without looking back.

He got faster and faster. He got to the parking lot, got in his car,

stepped on the gas, and finally sped away.

Karl leaned against his desk and his lonely shadow cast on the floor

was drawn long away.

The office door was still open and Luther had been gone for some time.

He looked at the open door, stunned and unable to return to his senses

for a long time.

It's been four years, and everything had changed, and so had Luther.

To this day, he no longer had to worry that Joyce might be hurt by

Luther. He could also see that Luther was truly devoted to Joyce.

It's just that the pressing situation at the moment made him even more

worried.

The Heath family, the military overhaul and Joyce's identity... All their

eggs were now in the same basket.

He felt the pressure like never before.

For some reason, Luther's words earlier made him somewhat worried.

"Don't worry. Even if I die, I won't let anything happen to her."

There seemed to be a foreboding that gripped his heart.