Chapter 1605 She Died Long Ago

Chapter 1605 She Died Long Ago

Joyce pushed open the door of the VIP ward. She had just called the

doctor and knew that Luther was awake. She also understood that his

latest examination reports were all normal.

She was slightly relieved.

The moment the door opened, she saw Luther standing in the

bathroom doorway, his slender body leaning against the side of the

door.

Although his handsome face was pale, it was clean and refreshing, with

a spirited look.

A pair of deep black piercing eyes, when looking at her, did not move

for a moment, with flowing clear waves, full of affection.

Joyce's lips trembled slightly. She wanted to call him but choked up,

unable to say a word.

Judging from his appearance and the way he looked at her, it seemed

unhindered. The worst fear of amnesia did not seem to have happened.

Her heart thumped. Somewhat excited but afraid of disappointment.

Instead, Anderson poked his little head out from beside her and

affectionately called out, "Dad, you're awake, you're okay."

Luther showed a smile, waved his hand gently and stretched out his

arms, "Come here, Andres, give Dad a hug."

Anderson hopped over happily and threw himself into Luther's arms.

Luther did not pick him up but bent down slightly, put his arms around

Anderson's shoulders and said, "Andres has suffered. Fortunately,

everything's fine now. Andres has grown up. There's nothing to worry

about anymore.”

Seeing this warm scene.

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief. Great, Luther didn't have amnesia and

still remembered them.

At this time, Luther put his arm around Andres’ shoulders. He gave

Joyce an unsatisfied look and said, "What are you standing there for?"

He teased, "Don't you recognize me anymore?"

"Nonsense." Joyce's face flushed red. She took two steps forward but

was pulled into his warm embrace by Luther.

Luther put one arm around Anderson and the other around Joyce,

giving him an extraordinarily fulfilling sense of satisfaction.

Great, they were both by his side.

"Why aren't you lying in bed properly? Your wound hasn't healed yet,

getting out of bed and running around everywhere." Joyce scolded in a

low voice.

Luther kissed the top of her hair, "What, my wife, am I not even allowed

to go to the bathroom?"

He reached out and touched Joyce's flat belly, although flat, it was

nurturing their child.

He asked concernedly, "Is our baby okay? Is it hurt? Do you feel

uncomfortable anywhere?"

Joyce nodded, "I'm fine. He's fine."

Luther looked distressed as he lifted her chin, stroked her neck. Today

she was wearing a silk scarf. He knew she was wearing it to cover the

scars left when Otis held her hostage with a dagger.

He reached out and untied the silk scarf, revealing a shallow,

congealed bloodstain on her neck.

He gently caressed the scar, extremely distressed. When he saw her in

danger, his heart almost exploded. This kind of pain, this fear, he

couldn't bear it.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was as gentle as water.

"Just a little scratch. You should worry more about yourself instead of

me. You're the one who's injured, okay?" She was slightly annoyed.

Looking down, she saw his abdominal wound which was slightly red.

She frowned slightly, "Let me help you into bed. I see your wound is still

oozing blood."

Luther moved slowly and got back into bed.

Joyce checked his wound. Fortunately, there was nothing seriously

wrong.

"Do you want some water?" She asked.

"Yes." Luther nodded.

Joyce got up to pour water. Luther let Anderson climb onto the bed and

held him in his arms, "Come here, Andres, tell Dad what you've been

through these days."

Joyce glanced back at the father and son.

Reminding, "Andres, be careful of Dad's wound. Don't press on it."

Anderson exclaimed, "I know. Don't worry."

Next, Anderson told Luther in detail what had happened after he was

kidnapped. Including how he met Fair, including Fair's mention of a girl

who looked very much like him, including meeting the terrible woman,

Otis as well, Otis taking him to see Ralph, Grandpa gave him the silver

eagle pendant, and how Justin passed him the miniature phone and

miniature computer. How did he crack the security procedures again,

meet Fair again. Later Justin took them away, and finally what

happened in the parking lot at the harbor and on the top floor.

Anderson told Luther everything.

Joyce was also listening.

In their hasty parting before, she hadn't had time to understand the

whole course of events.

Anderson talked for a long, long time. His mouth was dry and he drank

water several times before recounting these strange and dangerous

experiences of the past few days.

After listening, Joyce's mood was heavier than before. Little Anderson

had endured more than she imagined.

Anderson wiped his forehead, "So tired. This is the second time I've

said it. I told Uncle Gregory once. I really don't want to say it a third

time."

Joyce stroked Anderson's hair, "Be good. You don't have to say it

again. If anyone asks, Mommy will tell them the whole story."

Anderson breathed a long sigh of relief, "Um."

Luther said, "Andres, go out and play for a while. Your mom and I have

something to talk about.”

"Oh." Anderson understood, climbing down from the bed, "I'm going

downstairs to buy a drink from the vending machine.”

Saying that, he ran off, leaving the ward.

"Do you feel uncomfortable or abnormal anywhere?" Joyce asked first.

Anderson had been there before, so she didn't have a chance to ask

Luther about the drug Otis gave him.

Luther pulled Joyce into his arms and placed a light kiss on her cheek.

"I know you want to ask this. You see, you've been in the ward for so

long. Did you notice anything abnormal about me?" He said softly. He

didn't want to tell her about the sudden nosebleed.

"Could the drug Otis gave be fake? Was he just scaring us when he

was at his wit's end?" Joyce was somewhat puzzled.

Luther stroked her silky long hair, "It should be. In any case, I

remember you. And there's nothing abnormal, I'm fine. Don't worry

about it, it's over now.”

Joyce believed Luther's words and breathed a sigh of relief. The huge

stone in her heart fell, and her whole body suddenly felt much more

comfortable.

"By the way, based on Andres’ description just now, what do you think?"

Joyce asked, "The mysterious and terrible woman Andres mentioned,

ruthless and cruel, using children, getting close to Andres, should be

the third party force Karl mentioned interfering. Unfortunately, we don't

know her name."

Luther's eyes narrowed.

His expression sank into a moment of thought.

According to Anderson's description of that woman's appearance and

temperament.

A vague, distant memory emerged in his mind.

He did know a woman similar in appearance and personality, but how

could that be possible?

Clearly, she died long ago.