Chapter 1211

But how could it be true? After she shot Charlotte four times, she fell

asleep in the car on the way to the Special Investigation Unit, how did

everything change when she woke up and Cecelia had been rescued?

"Where is this place?" Joyce looked around, a completely unfamiliar

place, she had never been here before.

"The Special Investigation Unit's exclusive safe house, now we're safe.”

Cecelia explained.

"How long have I been sleeping ...?" Joyce asked again.

Cecelia shook her head gently, “I'm not sure, I came to the safe house

at noon and watched over you for a while."

Joyce frowned gently.

Something is wrong, the sky outside is clearly evening, the wind and

snow has stopped, the winter evening sun shines into the house,

condensing a light gold on the ground.

It was clear that when she went to sleep, it was evening and the wind

and snow were raging.

How is it possible that it is still evening, and the wind and snow have

stopped and the sun is shining?

She felt like she had slept for a long, long time, and her whole body

was incredibly relaxed.

Did she sleep, for a whole day?

How is that possible? Unless ...

She suddenly thought of a possibility, Luther, Karl! They put her to

sleep for a whole day?

God, they actually did it!

Cecelia gently patted Joyce's shoulder, “You're hungry, there's porridge

here for us. I'll serve you a bowl.”

She got up, scooped a bowl of porridge for Joyce from the thermos on

the table, and handed it to Joyce.

"Thanks." Joyce wanted to call out to her, but she didn't know what was

the right name to call out.

She hesitated and called out, "Thank you, Auntie.”

Cecelia froze, "What did you call me?"

She sighed quietly, "Joyce, I already know the whole truth, and on the

way to the safe house, they've told me all about it. I want to hear you

call me mom."

Joyce's eyes were suddenly moist.

“I ... am not sure, although Charlotte also admitted it, and they also

speculated and analyzed, but after all ... there is no evidence. In case

of getting it wrong again ..." she took a deep breath, "I would also like,

to be able to call you ..."

After a pause, she looked up, her gaze genuinely moving, "Mom."

Cecelia's nose was sore and she nearly burst into tears as she

embraced Joyce into her arms.

"Silly girl. What more empirical evidence do you need? Your face is the

best evidence. You look almost exactly like your late grandmother, Mia.

I didn't recognize you because none of us had seen Mia before. I'm

sorry to have left you in exile for more than twenty years, you suffered

so much ... nearly lost your life ..."

Talking about it, Cecelia finally did not hold back her tears, crystal

strings of beads rushed out and fell gently on Joyce's shoulder.

Joyce's eyes are wide open, and she is also silently dripping tears,

drop by drop into Cecelia's soft clothes.

She put down the bowl in her hand, reached out her arms and hugged

Cecelia tightly.

The heat warms both of them.

Only now does it finally feel real to her.

It turns out that, in the dark, everything is already predetermined.

It was only then that they could finally be reunited.