My Sweetheart novel Chapter 228

In the car, Kathy looked at Joseph and hesitated before she could say anything.

“If you have something to say, just say it.” Joseph frowned and slowed down the car.

“I want you to take a look at these drugs for me.” Kathy handed him the picture on her phone.

Joseph’s sharp eyes narrowed. “Jennifer’s?”

Kathy nodded slowly. Looking at Joseph’s expression, she wondered if he would be angry.

She knew that Joseph had always hated her associating with the Hiltons, but this….

“What happened to her?” Joseph’s voice was warm and calm.

“Chronic heart failure. I find her sickness too strange, so I want to check it out,” Kathy explained.

The car drove into Joseph Bay. Joseph looked at the photo and scanned the labels one by one.

“They are routine drugs. Regular intake can control the illness.”

Kathy paused for a moment, then took out a transparent bag. In it were some pills she took from Jennifer’s drug bottle.

“Take a look at this.”

“An outsider may assume you are a Hilton.” Joseph suddenly smiled.

Kathy frowned. Alright, she noticed that he was jealousy.

“Dr. Joseph, Mrs. Hilton is good to me,” Kathy said.

“And I am not?” Joseph turned his head, his eyes burning.

“Dr. Joseph treats me the best!” Kathy’s heart warmed up as she smiled.

Joseph clasped the back of her head, his handsome face approaching, blocking her scorching breath.

Kathy shouted softly. Joseph got on the top of her, fierce, gripping her wrists upwards. Her struggle was simply futile.

After a long moment, Kathy flushed up to her ears, and Joseph let go of her with satisfaction.

“You got what you wanted. Now can you check this medicine for me?”

Kathy didn’t forget business.

“Come and find me tomorrow at the Joseph’s Group.”

Back to the Joseph Bay, Joseph started working, while John had been waiting for him.

“Mr. Joseph, this is what you have asked me to find.”

Joseph opened the file, which contained everything about Kathy since her birth.

“I want the records of the operating room for Jennifer’s miscarriage 25 years ago.”

“Got it.”

As John was leaving, Kathy met him bringing Joseph supper.

John was a usual visitor of this place, so Kathy was used to it.

“Assistant John, have something before you go?” Kathy asked politely.

“Mrs. Joseph, it’s time for me to leave. You should leave it to Mr. Joseph.”

John nodded slightly, turned around, and looked at Kathy with a meaningful gaze.

Kathy was puzzled by him. Is there anything on her face?

Standing in front of the mirror, she didn’t notice anything unusual.

It was already late at night. Kathy entered the study room, and Joseph was standing in front of the French window, his figure tall.

She had thought he was on business so she had waited outside.

Something was bothering him?

Kathy stood at the door, finding him to be a stranger.

“Joseph,” she called him.

The man did not turn around, as if he was lost in thought.