Chapter 374

The Heath family.

During the drive in the afternoon back to the Heath family, Rodney was

quite distracted on the road, repeatedly chanting, "They just looked the

same! Cecelia, you must help me find her, the person I met today, she

looked just the same as Mia."

"Good. Got it!" Cecelia trailed off with a long, soft coaxing voice. Now

that Rodney was old, he could only be coaxed like a child. None of

them had ever seen Mia, not even a picture, and with only the old

man's memory, how could she look for such a woman?

When he got home, Rodney didn't even eat dinner and locked himself

in his room, staring at the empty walls.

Cecelia sighed quietly, feeling very tired at heart. The old man today

originally went to meet Luther for Charlotte's marriage and the result

was just as she expected.

Even before today, she had been quite sure that the old man would

come back unhappy. When the old man met the girl who looked like

Mia, however, he had all forgotten about Charlotte, which made her

also relieved.

She looked at Charlotte, who looked so upset, and sighed sadly in her

heart. There were simply some things that could not be forced, and it

was just her fate.

Charlotte sat frozen in the living room, her eyes wandering.

Tonight Jacqueline promised she would take down Joyce, and although

Charlotte could not attend the party in person, she's been on the edge

of her seat, anxiously awaiting news.

She only ate a few bites of dinner, and had no appetite.

"Mom, I'll go to my room first."

She suddenly stood up, dropped a sentence, and hurried back to her

room.

After a really long time, however, Shelly still had not called her.

She lost her patience, couldn't stand it anymore, and simply called

Shelly directly.

It took a long time for Shelly to answer the phone.

"Hello, Charlotte,” Shelly said with a sob in her voice over the phone.

When Charlotte heard that, her heart sank to the bottom, did

Jacqueline fail again?

She knew she couldn't count on any of them. Those idiots just could

not get even one single thing done.

"Shelly, don't cry. If we can't bring down Joyce this time, there's always

a way."

Charlotte opened her mouth to comfort Shelly. Huh, it seemed the only

way to bring down Joyce would be to kill her. But after the two

consecutive misses, the police had been secretly protecting Joyce, so

she did not dare to act rashly, or she would definitely have let Ricky

strike again.

"No." Shelly was sad again and bawled, "Joyce would definitely have to

leave the Warner family this time. My mom told everyone she was

actually more than three months pregnant, I just didn't expect the baby,

the baby's father to be ..."

Shelly was crying so hard she couldn't catch her breath.

When Charlotte heard this, her face darkened.

What, Joyce was more than three months pregnant? Whose baby

could it be? As far as she knew, Joyce did not have a boyfriend, could it

be that Joyce had sex with Luther that night and she was pregnant?

Gosh, if so.

Would her impersonation be dismantled?

She felt all the hairs stand up, her whole body shivered.

This time not only could they not take down Joyce, but the truth about

that night was revealed?

Charlotte, with shivering lips and a very frightened heart, asked,

"Shelly, who is the father of the child?"

“It's Justin, oooh ..." Shelly cried, "Why? Joyce, that bitch, stole my

brother's affection, even Justin ... I have known Justin since we were so

young, I have always wanted to be his wife... But I never thought ......"