Chapter 643

Luther wondered why Joyce had a shocked look on her face.

He stepped forward and grasped Joyce's arm. He questioned again,

"You still haven't answered me. Why did you push her down the stairs?"

At that moment, Joyce's cell phone suddenly rang sharply.

The ring echoed in the empty corridor abruptly. It never stopped, like

the funeral tolling.

She looked down and saw that it was Karl calling. Her pupils contracted

again as a bad feeling rose in her heart.

Without a situation so serious that even Karl couldn't handle it, Karl

couldn't have called her at all.

For less urgent matters, all he had to do was send her a text message.

He knew she was waiting for his message and that she would see it.

So, something must have happened.

Unconsciously, Joyce's fingers trembled slightly.

She pressed the answer button and Karl's urgent voice came from the

other end of the line, "Joyce, something's wrong!"

"What's wrong?" Joyce's heart missed a beat.

"There's no time to explain. Back door parking lot. We can't wait. You

come down immediately and I'll take you."

Karl finished and simply hung up.

His voice sounded like he was gasping for air. He was a battle-

hardened detective, and the things that could make him panic must not

be trivial.

Joyce put away her phone, swatted Luther away, and strode past him.

“You can't leave!" Luther yanked Joyce back.

“I have to go. Don't you stop me! Let go!" Joyce roared. Anger

appeared on her delicate face and her normally crystal-bright eyes

were ignited with a breathtaking flame.

"This is a criminal offense! Why exactly did you do this? You tell me

why, and maybe I'll try to get you out of prison a few years earlier.”

Luther wouldn't stop. He thought to himself that he was tolerant enough

of her. This, however, was a criminal offense, and only a good

confession would give her a chance. Otherwise he might not be able to

save her. Didn't she even understand that? He didn't even take sides

with his own sister.

"Hah." Joyce laughed harshly. She had been completely disappointed

in him. Trust? Understanding? They were all bullshit!

“That's ridiculous. Your fiancée is lying in a pool of blood, just go see

her!" She was completely enraged, "Luther, get out of here, and come

back to me when you find the evidence and get a warrant for my

arrest!”

“I saw it with my own eyes, so what more proof do I need? You are

simply insane!"

Luther abruptly tightened his arms, holding her firmly in place.

Joyce tilted her head proudly.

While they look straight at each other, they were actually so far away.

There was a moment of silence, and only the calm breathing of the two

could be heard.

Suddenly, she smiled.

The faint smile was beautiful and dazzling, like a tiny spark that shone

up in the smoky and misty darkness.

Luther couldn't help but froze as he watched.

He didn't understand why, at this moment, she could still laugh.

While he was lost in thought, he released his grip and Joyce violently

broke away from him again.

She held out a hand, pointed at him, and said, word for word.

"Do you really think that the person who saved you was Charlotte?"

“Luther, you're going to regret this!"

After the harsh words, she darted past him towards the end of the

corridor and her back quickly disappeared around the corner.

By the time Luther came back to his senses, she was nowhere to be

found.

"Damn it." He let out a low curse and darted after her in the direction

she had run off.