You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 598

However, the person in front of him now was Karl.

As far as he knew, with Karl's powerful political background, nobody could help him this time.

More importantly, the person Shelly wanted to hurt was Joyce.

This was something that made him most uncomfortable with.

Just when he thought that Joyce may have been hurt at that time.

His heart seemed to be pressed with a boulder, and he felt depressingly breathless.

And, for some reason, his heart inexplicably ached at the thought of Joyce's near miscarriage.

Why did he feel so heartbroken when it was clearly not his child?

He could not understand.

"Come here."

He reached out, trying to pull Joyce to himself. Perhaps out of guilt, perhaps out of a desire to protect her.

Joyce froze and subconsciously avoided it, hiding directly behind Karl.

This scene deeply stung Luther's eyes.

This damn women wanted the protection of another man.

He was so angry, and his anger had reached his extreme. Blue veins popped up on his tightly clenched fists.

Any onlooker could tell that he was on the verge of an outburst.

Juanita was usually the best at rounding up, but now, even she had no idea how she could deal with the situation.

She looked at Joyce with concern.

"You may go back first. We will stay in touch," Karl told other witnesses.

“Maybe we will even call you. Please cooperate with us when that happens."

"Joyce, you're willing to settle with them?" Karl asked.

At this point, there were already tears in Shelly's eyes. Of course, she did not want to be detained. Fifteen days was just too long. How could she stand it to be kept in their shabby detention cell with no freedom at all?

However, it was up to Joyce now.

How could she give up all her pride to beg Joyce?

She weakly turned her eyes to Luther for help, expecting her brother to overpower Joyce and not hold her responsible.

Joyce reached out and touched her belly. Although she could not feel fetal movement yet, she could really feel the presence of the baby from the slight bulge of her belly.

How could she, as a mother, agree to a settlement when someone was trying to harm her child today? She must make Shelly pay the price.

At this moment, she did not answer, but only looked steadily at Luther.

Because she was curious whether Luther would ask her to settle. Would he force her? Would he just write her another check?