Chapter 1711: Sure Enough, Concrete Evidence

Chapter 1711: Sure Enough, Concrete Evidence

Joyce rubbed her sleepy eyes. She glanced at the sleeping Anderson,

lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and quietly made her way to the living

room.

"Oh, you called me in the middle of the night just for this?" she asked

calmly.

Kane's voice sounded even more urgent on the phone. "Sis, you sound

so calm. Do you already know? Could it be that the reports are true?

How is that possible? You've only returned to Khebury recently, and Mr.

Warner is already having an affair?"

Joyce turned on the corner lamp in the living room and sat on the

couch. “I don't know. I just heard it from you."

"Where is Mr. Warner? Don't you want to ask him? Is he with you?

Wake him up and ask him. If it's a misunderstanding, clarify it early on.

Don't let the news break tomorrow morning,” Kane urged anxiously.

"He's not at home; he hasn't come back these past few days," Joyce

pondered for a moment. "What do the reports specifically say? Have

you seen the so-called concrete evidence?"

Kane quickly replied, “I haven't seen the articles or the evidence. But

they say it's solid and believable. Sis, the news is too big, and I don't

have the power to suppress it entirely. I can control the media

controlled by the Zuo family, but the source of this news isn't on my

side. If Mr. Warner were to personally address it, maybe the news could

be suppressed. That's why I called you urgently. It's three in the

morning, but there's still time."

Pausing for a moment, he cautiously probed, "What... what do you

think? Why hasn't Mr. Warner come back these past few days? I know I

shouldn't ask, but I'm really worried about you. I can hardly believe it."

"Heh heh. If you can't believe it, then don't. Don't worry, there's nothing

for you to be concerned about,” Joyce poured herself a glass of water.

"There's no need to suppress the news. Let the media expose it.

Tomorrow, I'll see how the gossip magazines write about it."

"Ah! Sis, what exactly are you thinking?" Kane expressed his

confusion.

"Kane, in any case, you don't need to worry about this matter. I have

my own plans. Trust me; I will handle it," Joyce looked at the time and

said, "It's too late now. I'll go back to sleep for a while, and you should

rest as well. Pretend you don't know about this.”

"Alright," Kane's voice sounded conflicted. "Sis, are you really okay with

this? Do you know something?"

"l don't know the details, but I believe in him. Please believe in him too.

Kane, I have a favor to ask. If anyone from JK Intelligence or my

parents asks you about this matter, tell them that we're aware of the

situation and that it was deliberately orchestrated with a purpose.

Please assure them not to worry, especially Juanita. She will dig

deeper, so remember not to say anything wrong."

"Okay. I understand,” Kane sighed on the phone.

“I'm hanging up if there's nothing else," Joyce said.

"Sis, please take care of yourself,” Kane gave one final reminder. "If

you encounter any difficulties, let me know. I'll do my best to help you."

“I know. Look at you, so young and already so verbose," Joyce

chuckled as she ended the call. "Goodbye."

Once she hung up, she placed her phone aside and leaned against the

couch, crossing her arms. Her expression was hidden in the dimness,

making it difficult to discern. She didn't know what she was thinking, but

she remained unusually calm.

She glanced at her phone a few times, but the dark screen never lit up

again. Luther hadn't contacted her, disappearing without a trace.

Quietly sipping her tea, she breathed evenly, her emotions undisturbed.

She sat for about half an hour.

Joyce slowly got up and returned to bed.

Anderson turned over, causing the blanket to slip off. She reached out

to cover him, lying down and hugging him as they continued to sleep.

Surprisingly, she slept soundly throughout the night without waking up

again.

It was as if all the worries that had lingered for so long had finally been

exposed, giving her a sense of relief.

She slept deeply until the urgent knocking on the door sounded in the

morning.

"General, wake up. Sorry for the disturbance, but we need you to get

up,” Darrin's anxious voice came from outside the door.

Anderson was actually awakened by Darrin first. He sat up and

checked the time. It was around 7 a. m., and it was about time to getup.

He nudged Joyce, who was still asleep. "Mummy, Uncle Darrin is

calling you."

Only then did Joyce wake up groggily. She held Anderson and got out

of bed. After getting up, she replied, "I know, give me five minutes."

Darrin immediately responded, "Okay."

Joyce quickly freshened up and helped Anderson freshen up as well.

She opened the door, and Darrin was waiting outside. Joyce handed

Anderson over to Mr. Arnold and instructed him, “Anderson, go have

breakfast with Mr. Arnold and then go to school. Uncle Darrin and I

have something to discuss.”

Anderson nodded obediently. "Okay."

He understood that something must have happened; otherwise, Uncle

Darrin wouldn't have come to knock on Mummy's door so early in the

morning. That had never happened before. But after going through so

much, he had learned to stay calm.

Dealing with one thing at a time, he trusted Mummy and Daddy to find

a solution.

After Anderson left, Joyce followed Darrin to the sitting room.

"What's going on? Tell me," Joyce asked calmly.

"At 6:30 a. m., the news broke, involving Mr. Warner. You need to take

a look," Darrin furrowed his brow, his face tense. "I was shocked when I

saw it, so I rushed over to tell you.”

With that, Darrin handed Joyce his iPad and opened the news page.

“It's the headline on every website. Almost all of them have reports.

Now, trying to suppress it is almost impossible, and many people have

already seen it. What should we do?" Darrin's face was tense.

Joyce sat on the couch in the sitting room and accepted the iPad from

Darrin. The eye-catching headline made her eyes light up.

"First Love Returns with a Bang, Concrete Evidence of Mr. Warner's

Affair?!"

Her slender fingers lightly scrolled on the screen as she briefly

skimmed through the news. Aside from the exaggerated wording, there

were also several pictures. Although they were all of the figures’ backs,

they clearly captured the profiles of Luther and a woman. One of the

photos showed Luther slightly turning his head, revealing his perfectly

sculpted cheek.

It was indeed concrete evidence.

Joyce chuckled coldly. "You see, Christian was indeed hiding

something from me yesterday. His sister, Athena, didn't die.”

Darrin nodded. "That was my first thought when I saw it too. First love

must be referring to Athena. Ten years ago, she didn't die after falling

off the cliff. Now she has returned. So, these past few days, Mr. Warner

has been with her? General, what do you plan to do?"