Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel 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.

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.