Chapter 1377

Chapter 1377

When he finished, he turned to Luther, "The master bedroom is packed,

young master and lady, please go upstairs.”

Joyce took Anderson's hand, "It's twelve o'clock, no more delays."

"Okay." Anderson was a child after all, and felt tired after a while.

Joyce took Andres to shower and wash up.

After they were packed up, they went to the master bedroom where she

carried Andres to the king-size bed and soon put Andres to sleep.

Lying in bed, looking at the once familiar room.

She lived in the master bedroom for a while at the time.

Thinking back to how good Stephanie had been to her, she felt a sense

of emotion within her heart.

In the end, she was able to find out the truth for Stephanie, and four

years of unresolved cases finally came to light. There are too many

hardships along the way to express in words.

There are always regrets when someone has passed away.

After Luther washed up, he came to the room.

The lights are still on, and the faint light reflects her stunningly beautiful

side face.

She seems to have something on her mind, her thoughts are indistinct

and she keeps drifting off.

He walked over, stepped onto the bed, and took her into his arms.

"What's wrong, what's on your mind?" He sniffed the fresh scent of her

body, mesmerized by it.

"Thinking about Grandma.” Joyce didn't deny it either, she just said it.

Luther froze.

When you return to your hometown, it is inevitable to remember the

sorrowful past. He has been reluctant to return to the main residence

for many years for the same reason. Good thing, now there is her.

The death of his grandmother was also the pain of his life.

He held her tighter, “I'm sorry. I'm the one who didn't trust you."

She shook her head and sighed, "Grandma was really good to me. I

grew up in an orphanage, and at that time, I truly considered my

grandmother as my own family. Unfortunately, in the end, it didn't

protect her. I can never forget that. I came back here and saw her cold

body already. I also can never forget the look on her face when she

was dying."

At the end, her voice almost choked.

He paused for breath, "Grandma must have felt your heart. She's in

heaven and will know."

"Hmm." Joyce nodded.

"Maybe it's just fate. I guess that when they were young, Grandma and

Mia were close friends. Although they were separated by decades. The

Mia in my memory is already blurred. Perhaps when Grandma first saw

you, she subconsciously overlapped you and Mia. Luther lamented.

"Similarly, the grandmother was the first to recognize Charlotte's

identity as a fake daughter. It must have been because she recalled

Mia and began to suspect Charlotte. Unfortunately, she failed to speak

up and was killed.” Joyce lay down, looking at the ceiling, stunned.

Likewise, can Grandpa in heaven, Rodney, rest in peace?

Charlotte is dead.

But all, it did not end.

Luther carried Andres to the side, where he lay down with Joyce in his

arms, turned off the light and tucked her in.

"Don't think so much, everything will pass. The most difficult time have

survived, the rest will be solved smoothly, believe me."

Joyce was rarely at ease in his arms.

I haven't set foot back in Khebury for four years.

It was hard not to feel a lot of emotions when I came back.

Luther quietly wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her until

he felt her in his arms and even breathing coming from her.

Turn on the night light.

He turned his head sideways and looked at her sleeping face in the

faint light.

After four years, finally in his own home, in this bed, holding her to

sleep again.

He was satisfied.