Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1761

Chapter 1761: Far in the Distance, Close at Hand

After leaving, Joyce sat in the passenger seat.

Darrin drove, heading towards the Warner residence.

Along the way, Joyce looked out the window in silence. The dark night held no scenery, with even the neon lights appearing dim and the streetlights scattered in the distance.

Lost in thought, Joyce suddenly felt a warmth on her cheeks.

She reached up and realized that tears were streaming down her face. Even though Darrin was driving beside her, she no longer wanted to suppress her emotions. She silently looked out the window, continuing to space out as tears continued to fall.

Darrin glanced at Joyce's unusual state from the corner of his eye. His breath hitched. He knew why she was upset-besides Luther's unresolved poisoning, she must be more concerned about her daughter, whom she had never met. In their conversation earlier, he learned that there might be a detonator implanted in Alisha's body. Even he felt furious about such a heinous act towards a young child with fragile health. Not to mention how much it must be hurting Joyce.

Even though Darrin was driving beside her, she no longer wanted to suppress her emotions. She silently looked out the window, continuing to space out as tears continued to fall.

Darrin slowed down the car and eventually parked by the roadside.

After a while, Joyce finally eased her emotions. She moved and sat up straight.

Darrin thoughtfully handed her a tissue.

Joyce took it without saying anything and gently wiped the corners of her eyes. After venting, she started to feel better.

Darrin spoke softly, "Madam, even though we're facing difficulties, nothing is more important than knowing that Alisha is still alive. That's the best news. As long as she's alive, there's hope. We will definitely rescue her."

Joyce nodded softly.

She glanced at the time on her wrist and suddenly said, "Let's not go home. Let's go directly to Reuben."

Darrin was taken aback. "It's almost midnight. I thought of taking you home to rest and contacting him early tomorrow."

"I don't want to wait another minute. The sooner we find the anesthesia, the more hope we have," Joyce took out her phone. "I'll message him now. He's a night owl; he should still be awake."

She typed into her phone, "I'm coming to find you. I'll be there in forty minutes."

Sure enough, Reuben quickly replied, "No problem."

Joyce told Darrin, "He said it's fine. Let's go now."

"Alright," Darrin quickly started the car, turned it around, and headed towards the Bryant family's villa.

Forty minutes later, Darrin and Joyce arrived at the Bryant family's villa on time.

Reuben wore a white jacket and personally stood at the entrance, waiting for Joyce. When he saw Joyce get out of the car, he walked up to her. "You've come to find me so late; it must be something important. Come, let's go inside and talk."

"Okay," Joyce nodded.