Chapter 1187
You Hit My Heart
Joyce's beautiful eyes rounded, so he had long recovered his memory,
so he ... he must also know Anderson was his son, so he knew
everything.
And back then, he lost his memory in an accident. He did not just
forget.
Her lips trembled slightly. She did not expect that at all.
The veins on Luther's forehead was throbbing, and he slammed his fist
into the wall of the abandoned building, "Damn it, how dare you even
mention that?Charlotte, I have never seen such a shameless person
like you. How dare you speak shamelessly when you are just taking
Joyce's place!"
He could not wait to go up and tear Charlotte apart.
"The person I was engaged to was Joyce. It was Joyce!"
The thunderous roar shook the whole building.
Who could understand his anger and helplessness at this time? Joyce
was the real daughter of the Heath family, and the Heath family and the
Warner family had a hundred years of friendship. Their families had
agreed that they would get married when they were just young. It was
just their fate to get together.
However, it was all destroyed by the shameless, sinister and ruthless
poisonous woman in front of them!
He hurt Joyce, and he couldn't forgive himself.
Joyce did not die, thanks to God's blessing.
For four years, he lived a life of pain and suffering, and who was
responsible for all this?
Charlotte was pushed to the ground by Luther, terrified.
He actually knew everything? He's got his memory back? He knew it
all? And she was expecting to keep up with the acting and she might be
able to get him to save her again.
She had never been so desperate.
Her body suddenly ached violently, perhaps because the painkillers
had faded off and she was already taking them more and more often,
and no one could save her from the pain Otis was giving her.
She was in so much pain. She was crouched on the ground, and the
pain was so much that she was almost losing consciousness.
Her heart became a puddle of cold, dead ashes.
Joyce was a wall that she can't get past. And she, with all her deeds
revealed, had nothing left.
What else could she get? She couldn't get anything!
She knew she's done this time, stained with the blood of Cecelia,
Rodney and everyone. Joyce wouldn't let her go, Luther wouldn't let her
go. The law wouldn't let her go either. Back to her miserable home, Otis
wanted her dead, too.
The last helper, Tommy had been pushed down the stairs by her own
hands.
She had nothing left!
The power was gone, the money was gone, her child was gone. She
was imprisoned, abused and mistreated, and all her freedom and
dignity were gone.
All the truth, all uncovered!
But, she was still not willing!
She's finished, and she's going to drag Joyce down with her to hell.
Absolutely, she couldn't let Joyce have everything just like that. She
wanted Joyce to lose everything.
She had to destroy everything Joyce had.
What she couldn't have, she would destroy anyway! Including Luther!
Since Luther couldn't even love her, save her and marry her, then she
would rather Luther die!
What she couldn't have, Joyce couldn't have.
Even in the most desperate situation, she still had one last trump card.
Only she knew where Cecelia was!!!