Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 705

Karl was still recovering from his gunshot wound and insisted on returning to the police station.

Franklin finally gave up and knew that he could not possibly stop him.

On the third day, despite the doctor's objection, Karl wrapped a few more straps around his abdomen by himself, endured the pain, and discharged himself from the hospital. Then he came to the Second Precinct, where he was to take charge of the search himself.

However, for the whole day, he went through the helicopter search records, the marine police vessel log, and all the road surveillance, and indeed, he still could not find Joyce.

It was like she had evaporated.

Incredible.

He knew that the golden rescue hours had long passed.

If not for his orders, the rescue team would have given up.

Now they were just looking for a needle in a haystack, looking aimlessly and wasting human and financial resources.

Everyone advised him that there could be no more miracles and urged him to give up.

However, he did not want to give up.

He was not going to give up either.

Everything did not make sense. If Joyce was really killed, it was impossible that they could not find the body. The truth was, they could not even find a shoe or a piece of clothing of her.

He was convinced that she was alive. She must still be alive.

Something must have happened, something he didn't know about.

In the next few days, he personally sent more people to search for her, still in vain.

The waves still went on and on in the clean sea like they would never stop.

But still, not a single trace of her could be found.

At the beginning it was full of faith in his heart, then the faith was worn out bit by bit, and in the end, the panic of despair eroded to all limbs.

Late at night, Juanita arrived at Karl's apartment.

It was one of the more upscale apartments in Khebury, with a clean and comfortable environment.

It was Franklin who told her the address and gave her the password to the door lock as well.

For police officers like them, home was just a place where they slept. For someone like Karl who seldom went back home, he had barely spent any time here. Most of the times, it was Franklin or Victor who would come to this apartment to pick up things for Karl when there was an emergency operation.

So, they all know the code to Karl's home.

Juanita received a call from Franklin during the evening.

He told her that Karl was shot twice in the abdomen and insisted on being discharged from the hospital on the third day and that he refused to take his medication and he was not eating and sleeping properly.

The search for Joyce had been going on day and night.

When he sent Karl back to his apartment, he felt that Karl did not seem right. His face was unusually scarlet and his eyes were red, but Karl refused to go to the hospital.