Chapter 253

"Since Grandma chose to modify her will before she died, there must

be a reason behind it. Grandma died for no reason, and I will not

divorce until we find out the truth.” Luther stated his attitude on the

spot.

Charlotte also heard it clearly, and her face changed.

Find out the truth? She knew best who the real murderer was. The day

they found out the truth, won't it be the day of her death?

She could never let them know about the truth and Luther would never

get a divorce?

“Luther, the Heath family wants to see you. Rodney will meet you

personally. Cecelia and I have agreed on a time, the night after

tomorrow, and we will go together. At least there should be an

explanation.” Jacqueline wanted to use the Heath family to suppress

him.

Luther's thin lips curled up, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'll

make my attitude clear to Rodney in person.”

As he spoke, his eyes glanced over to Charlotte, who had always

pretended to be clueless.

The eyes were so cool, without a trace of temperature.

Charlotte's heart was half cold. His indifferent attitude to her was not as

grateful and indebted as before. Probably he just wanted to repudiate

the marriage contract in person.

At that moment, Joyce returned to the lounge from the bathroom.

Having just thrown up, she looked pale and her lips had lost their blood.

Luther saw the difference in her and nervously stood up and walked

over to Joyce, asking with concern, "What's wrong with you? Did the

wound crack again? Does it hurt? Here, let me see.”

As he said that, his long arm had already swept her to his side, trying to

lift her coat to check the wound.

His mind was all on Joyce, completely forgetting that there were other

people in the room.

Joyce glanced at Jacqueline, and Shelly, and their eyes were like

knives stabbing at her, not to mention Charlotte was still there.

How embarrassing?

He was overly concerned about her.

She hurriedly pushed Luther away, avoiding his touch, and waved her

hands, "I'm fine. Maybe I ate something cold this morning and my

stomach is not feeling well."

"Why? I had breakfast with you, there can't be a problem. Should I just

ask Jamie to come and take a look at it for you." After saying that, he

was about to make a phone call.

"No." Joyce hastily snatched his phone, “I said no! I'm fine!"

Embarrassed, she nudged Luther hard and reminded him in a whisper,

"So many people are here!"

Luther then came back to his senses. He did, just now, see how

uncomfortable Joyce was, ignoring that there were others next to him.

At this point, Charlotte was feeling both angry and desparate.

What a contrast! Twice she had pretended to have dry heaving, and

Luther had simply asked out of courtesy and nothing more. She had

expected Luther to worry enough to take her home or take her to the

hospital so that she could be alone. Who knew that he would do

nothing at all.

But when Joyce had a little discomfort, his nervousness was just so

obvious.

Charlotte felt deeply hurt. No matter how thick-skinned she could

pretend to be, she just could not stay any longer.

She was just looking for embarrassment herself staying there!

"Sorry, I'll leave you guys to talk.” She did her best to show a smile, but

in reality it was worse than crying. After saying that, she hurriedly left as

if she had run away.

When she made it to the front door, Ricky was waiting for her in the car.

And Ricky immediately noticed that there was something wrong with

her face, "What's wrong?"

"Joyce!" Charlotte's eyes were red with rage, "Joyce, she would just

have to die!"