Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Luther hung up the phone with a serious expression. In the end, the phone call from Jacqueline still affected his mood.

Before, Joyce had never defended herself from anything.

At this moment, after thinking about it again and again, for the first time she opened her mouth to defend herself, “Believe it or not, I didn’t kill Grandma.”

She let out a long sigh, her expression serious and sad, full of despondency and loneliness, “I grew up in an orphanage, with no family. It was lucky for me to meet Grandma who treated me like a family member. I love and respect her and hope she lives long enough, so how could I possibly kill her.”

Luther looked at Joyce with slight consternation, he knew her nature. If she did not want to talk about it, he would never force her. So he never asked her about it.

He didn’t expect that she would say something like this.

“Don’t misunderstand me. I have no intention of defending myself. Grandma is the closest person to you, and I think you have the right to know what really happened at that time. I’m just stating the fact. Believe it or not, it’s up to you.”

She took her time and told Luther the truth about what had happened since she returned to the Warner family that afternoon, including the strange, threatening call she had received while at the group, including her own vigilance in asking Juanita to help her call the police, including being taken to the police station’s second precinct and meeting Karl.

She told Luther all the details.

After hearing this, Luther propped his forehead with one hand and fell into deep thought.

After a short while, he said softly, “I never suspected that you killed Grandma. I know very well that it doesn’t make sense.”

After listening to Joyce’s narrative, he was even more convinced of his judgment that the death of his grandmother was definitely not related to Joyce, and certainly not to Jacqueline, much less Shelly.

For sure, there must be another force that they had not known, manipulating the whole thing behind the scenes.

Including the strange threatening phone call that Joyce received, the broken surveillance outside the Warner residence, and the fact that Jacqueline and Shelly would get to the Warner residence right after Joyce just arrived. And they would run right into Joyce on the spot and identify Joyce as the murderer. There seemed to be a pair of invisible hands behind the scenes, pushing all this.

Only, what was the purpose of this force, he could not think of for the time being.

Before Grandma died, she had deliberately given Joyce all the shares originally left to Jacqueline and Shelly. It was indeed strange. Because Grandma knew very well that Joyce and he was only having a fake marriage, and later they would get a divorce. After the divorce, what she did was like giving a huge amount of shares to an outsider.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Grandma would not do this for no reason, so what was the deeper meaning behind it all?

Everything was like a mystery, overlapping and unsolvable.

Joyce also felt much more relaxed after all this.

She didn’t expect that he would choose to believe her when it came to such a serious problem.

This was something she did not expect.

More or less, she still felt moved.

Luther stood up, “You get some rest. I’m going out with Aaron. You won’t be able to get out of bed until at least tomorrow, and try not to move around until the wound is healed.”

With that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

“Wait.” Joyce suddenly reached out and tugged on his arm.

“When is grandma’s funeral…” When she mentioned it, she looked instantly gloomy, her voice was choked with a few sobs.