Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1754

Chapter 1754: I Love You

Joyce rested her hands on the desk, avoiding eye contact and hanging her head, not wanting others to see her helplessness and disarray. She was human, not a deity, and faced with such a blow, she, too, would feel lost.

Darrin stood not far away, watching Joyce's trembling shoulders. He let out a sigh. He didn't approach to disturb her, leaving her some space to adjust. Anyone would struggle to withstand such bad news.

He asked the female researcher, "Does Mr. Warner often come here?"

The female researcher shook her head. "Not often. I've only seen him three times, and the most recent time was a couple of days ago. I can't remember the exact date. You know, as researchers, we work day and night in the lab, so the days blend together."

Darrin continued, "How does Mr. Warner seem in terms of his physical condition?"

"He seems fine," the female researcher replied. "Microbial effects on the body aren't noticeable during normal times; it's a subtle erosion. Having inhibitors helps a lot, but it's harder to detect during regular times. Unfortunately, Mr. Warner isn't sensitive to the inhibitors, and combined with his unstable emotions, it's difficult to control. However, in everyday life, he's just like any normal person. Only in the end does the illness manifest in symptoms like bleeding, extreme weight loss, and paralysis."

The female researcher suddenly covered her mouth, feeling that what she said was a bit horrifying. She was afraid of scaring Joyce.

Darrin's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Joyce. He noticed that her body shrank slightly and her shoulders trembled.

He quickly changed the subject. "Is there any progress with the screening of the microorganisms?"

"Of course, we've made progress. We've been screening tirelessly," the female researcher solemnly replied.

At this point, Joyce finally regained her composure. She gradually propped herself up, stabilizing herself until she stood firmly.

When she turned around, there was no trace of grief on her face, only calmness.

She walked up to the female researcher and calmly asked, "I entrust the screening to your team. I want to know, what else can I do at the moment? This kind of poison was created in a secret laboratory by a warlord. Unfortunately, those who knew about it are already dead."

The female researcher looked at Joyce, secretly admiring her powerful composure and self-control.

After thinking for a moment, the female researcher said, "Professor Orik always says that it would be great if we knew the specific identification numbers of the microorganisms used in the poison. The screening process is too slow, like finding a needle in a haystack. It's not difficult to develop an antidote; the difficult part is not knowing who created it."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you," Joyce said as she walked back to Darrin's side, gesturing for them to leave.

Before they left, Joyce looked at the female researcher and said coldly, "What happened here today, I hope you won't tell anyone. If I receive any information, I'll come and visit again."

The female researcher nodded. "Understood."

Joyce turned and walked away, with Darrin following closely behind.

They arrived at the entrance, got into the car they had arrived in, and Joyce fastened her seatbelt. She remained silent.

Darrin started the car and accelerated. He asked, "Shall we go back to the Warner residence or head to the company?"

Joyce glanced out the window, her expression distant. "It doesn't matter."

Darrin hesitated for a moment, realizing that Joyce was feeling lost at the moment.

He couldn't help but advise, "Commander, being anxious won't help. Good things come to those who wait, and you can't let yourself fall."

Joyce closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat. "I know. I'm just recalling the entire process and considering what I might have overlooked and what I can do now."

"Commander, let me be frank. Have you ever thought about why Mr. Warner kept this from you?" Darrin asked as he drove.

Joyce opened her eyes and looked at Darrin. "Why?"