Chapter 692

St. Maria Hospital.

It was three days later when Luther woke up.

He seemed to have a long, long dream, as if all the recent events had

played back in front of him. From their acquaintance to the memory he

once lost, he remembered everything now. Even what happened after

he lost his memory he could now remember clearly. It was indeed a

complicated dream, but at least he could find her there. Her every

move and every smile went straight into her heart, and he never

wanted to wake up.

However, even if it was a long and beautiful dream, there was an end to

it.

The sky was cloudlessly blue, and the clear ground seemed like an

infinite mirror, clearly reflecting the two of them embracing each other.

She suddenly let go of his hand. With a stunning smile, she said, "I

should leave. Just go back now."

“No, don't. Don't leave me." He was terrified, but it was as if she had

suddenly vanished into thin air, never to be seen again.

"No! Joyce, Joyce!" He looked around, and she was already nowhere

to be found.

There was only his lonely shadow left cloudless sky.

"No!" He shouted piteously.

With that, his long dream, too, came to an end.

He snapped open his eyes, and realized that he was covered in sweat,

and the clothes on his back were almost soaked.

Sunlight shone in through the slits in the snow-white blinds.

The light was so bright that it was hard to open his eyes.

It took him a long time to adapt to it before he finally managed to open

his eyes and look around.

The pure white hue, the simple Scandinavian decor, the bedside

infusion bottles feeding an IV into his body... A few thin metal wires

were attached to his chest, which were connected to a heart rate

monitor on the side.

He immediately realized that he was in the hospital!

Joyce, Joyce!

No, it was not a dream. Joyce was gone! He remembered that she was

blasted off the cliff by the impact of the grenade explosion.

She was really gone, and he watched her disappear before his eyes.

No, nothing must happen to Joyce.

Luther sat up violently and unplugged the connection cable from his

chest with force. Damn it, he didn't need these.

“Beep!” The heart rate monitor on the side immediately sounded an

alarm.

He could not care less about the weakness and pain he was feeling

now. He took a glance at the cell phone on the bedside table, which

was charging.

He jerked the phone off and hurriedly unlocked.

First of all, time!

It's already Tuesday and surprisingly, three days had passed!

He slept for three days? Oh God!

He eagerly opened all the news apps and websites and checked all the

headlines. This was the fastest way to find out what had happened.

He was anxious to know what had happened to Joyce, and whether

Karl had found her and brought her back.

However, when the huge headline stabbed into his eyes, he felt he was

struck by lightning.

The lightning sent him straight to the bottom of the valley and his heart

was cold.

"Seventy-Two Golden Hours Passed, Mrs. Warner Still Missing."

"The Maritime Emergency Response Team has been withdrawn and

the rescue is about to be taken over by the Maritime Association, and

more civil organizations will continue to search for Joyce's

whereabouts.”

"Breaking: A serious terrorist shooting in the city left one dead, one

missing and one seriously injured. Two police officers were shot and

injured in this incident and are being resuscitated.”

"Police rule out terrorist attack, more likely personal conflicts.”

“Luther Warner is seriously injured and is still in a coma. Former Mrs.

Warner fell into the sea and went missing. Mr. Warner's new fiancée

miscarried at the engagement party. What happened?”

"Breaking: Mrs. Warner was involved in a terrorist attack, and went

missing after falling off a cliff. No hope of survival?"