Chapter 219

"Mister Luther, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first." With that, she

turned around and was leaving.

"Hold on." Luther suddenly reached out and yanked her back. Her

distant tone, disdainful look, and the irony of calling her "Mister" made

him feel depressed.

He had pulled too hard. Joyce's back was already suffering from her

wound, and now she felt the wound was cracked open again, and a

heartbreaking pain came through her body.

"Ah." She couldn't help but grit her teeth in pain and bend down,

clutching the table with one hand as beads of cold sweat emerged from

her forehead.

She didn’t look too well, and his harsh gaze swept over her back. To his

surprise, there were bloodstains on her back. He was shocked and

quickly took off her jacket.

It had been too late to stop him, so she just let him take it off, revealing

the short-sleeved undershirt inside.

And her bloodstained back was completely in front of his eyes.

He drew a cold breath.

He had noticed that her face was a little pale, and originally he thought

she had not rested well in the past two days. To his surprise, she was

wounded.

The short was cut open, revealing a long bloody wound. From the

blood clots, there was more and more blood oozing out and flowing

down. It looked just horrible.

"Why are you injured? It looks like a whip?" He was instantly furious,

"How could the guards torture you? Who did this?"

Joyce's lips turned white with the pain and she pushed him away with

all her might, struggling to put her jacket back on to block the wound,

"Don't you care."

She gritted her teeth against the pain and trudged to the door.

Just about to open the door.

Luther suddenly pressed the door firmly shut, and his broad arms

enveloped her whole body in his arms, "Don't go. I'm here to take you

away tonight, and Aaron is outside taking care of the procedures to bail

you out. I think it's almost done."

Before he came to the detention center, he had paid a bail of 100

million and personally found the director of the detention center and

asked him for permission to go to the detention center at any time for

the procedure.

He couldn't wait until tomorrow and had come here at midnight to bail

her out. Sure enough, he was right. In this hellhole, Joyce could not

stay one more night.

"Bail?" Joyce frowned and refused in a cold voice, "I don't need it, I'll

walk out of here clean.”

"Don't be silly, you're injured. Do you have a chance to live if you stay

here?" Luther was annoyed at her stubbornness and felt even angrier

that someone even wanted to torture his wife in a detention center.

What a lawless place!

"It's not your job to worry about my life. I'm going to my room, and I

don't need bail."

Joyce reached out to open the door, but could not move as she was

blocked by his burning body.

"Stay here and you don't want to go to Grandma's funeral? You are not

going to see her one last time?" Luther asked in a deep voice.

Joyce's body shook hard, the words got directly to the bottom of her

heart, where it hurt the most.

Of course, she wanted to see Grandma one last time; of course, she

wanted to see Grandma rest in peace. She treated Grandma as her

family! But they treated her as a murderer. What could she even do?

She was caught off guard, and the tears that she had tried so hard to

hold back these days, flew down uncontrollably.

She was so sad and her mind was all blank.

She tried to wipe away her tears, but the more she wiped, the more she

got.

He reached out to wipe away the crystalline tears on her cheeks and

took her hand.

He opened the door, "Come on, let's go home."