Chapter 458

Justin reached out again, and unlike before, this time he held her hand

firmly, as if he was afraid she would disappear, and refused to let go.

He took a deep breath and his voice was heavy, "I learned about the

truth only recently. It wasn't the Mufron shooter who wanted to hurt you

back then, he was also framed. In fact, the real killer behind the scenes

is my brother, Derrick."

At the words, Joyce was shocked, his words completely overturned her

perception.

What she thought was true for a long time was not the case at all.

“Derrick? Why would he do that? What did I have to do with him? Why

does he have to hurt me?" Joyce wondered.

"His target was not you, his target was me from the beginning. You

were just an excuse that he needed. He knew that I was in love with

you, and he knew that with my character, I would turn against the

Henderson family for you. And he wanted to take this opportunity to

control the Henderson family. So, he has been secretly looking for

someone to follow me and keep track of all my movements, as well as

your movements." Justin explained.

"Knowing that the Mufron shooter was hostile to you and was out there

spouting off about wanting someone to beat you up, he took advantage

of it and hired those thugs to attack you in her name, when in fact their

real goal was to take my life when I showed up. Because he knew that

once the thugs attacked you, I would never stand by and do nothing.

So the killer just used you as bait, and his real purpose was to push me

off the cliff. You have nothing to do with what happened to my legs, not

your responsibility, and I was not injured to save you. That was simply

what I should have suffered. Joyce, I'm sorry. This was originally a

power struggle within the Henderson family, but we got you involved.

You had to leave the finals of the World Championships and leave your

dream of standing on that podium. And to take care of me, you gave up

your shooting dream. My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe every

time I think about it."

He said, holding her hand tightly, and even his own hands could not

help but tremble slightly, endless sorrow flowing in his clear eyes.

He loved her most when she looked so confident on the field. He felt he

was deeply attracted to her already. But he didn't expect that in the

end, it was his own hands that destroyed her dream, and her glory. In

the end, he was the one who dragged her down. And he had also

selfishly occupied her two years of youth, using her guilt, to keep her by

his side.

Joyce was silent, her mind buzzing, having trouble digesting what he

said for a moment.

The responsibility and guilt that once weighed on her like a mountain,

as it turned out, wasn't her fault at all. A mixture of different feelings

was now brewing in her heart, and she couldn't tell what she was

feeling.

"Surprisingly, it is your own brother, trying to harm you ..." She frowned

deeply. Although she had heard of similar stories about how brothers

from those wealthy families ended up turning against each other for

wealth and power, but when she heard what Justin said she still found it

quite unbelievable. She grew up in an orphanage and did not know

who her parents were, let alone her sisters and brothers. She

desperately longed for affection, but never thought that for Justin, such

affection would be fatal.