Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1908

Chapter 1908: You Actually Deceived Me

Athena had gone completely mad.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a rumbling sound at the entrance to the basement, the sound of a secret door being opened.

Following that, a beam of light from outside shone into the dimly lit basement.

Athena, upon hearing the sound, suddenly stopped, staring nervously and frantically at the doorway.

"Who?! Who opened the door?! It's impossible! Clearly, no one can open this door!! Who is it? Who on earth?!" She stopped dancing, her expression a mix of horror and disbelief, vehemently shaking her head. "It doesn't matter, even if the door is opened, you are all doomed! We've been inhaling this poison gas for so long, it's lethal enough, let's die together!"

"What if there is no poison gas in this smoke?"

Luther, who hadn't spoken in a long time, suddenly interjected.

Athena was startled, turning to glare at him, her eyes bulging in disbelief. "What do you mean? What do you mean there is no poison gas in the smoke?"

"Exactly what I said." Luther smirked faintly. "If you can prepare in advance, why can't I?"

Athena's eyes widened in disbelief, what did he mean? Could it be that he had ruined her perfect plan? It was impossible, she refused to believe it.

Joyce, too, was stunned, what was going on? She didn't understand Luther's words, what did he mean?

At this moment, Luther gently patted Joyce's arm, giving her a reassuring strength, then lightly clapped his hands.

As the clapping sound faded away, at the end of the basement doorway, two figures, one large and one small, slowly walked in.

When everyone saw the newcomers, they were all shocked.

It was Cecelia and Alisha!

Cecelia held Alisha's little hand as they walked step by step into the basement.

Joyce instinctively wanted to rush forward to protect Alisha. Was there really no poison gas in the smoke? She wasn't sure. How could she let Alisha come in at such a dangerous moment?

Luther held her back. "There's no poison. Everything is under my control."

Cecelia led Alisha towards them, calmly saying to Joyce, "Just now, Athena admitted that she is not Alisha's mother. She framed you, instilled wrong thoughts in Alisha, and deliberately tarnished your image. She admitted it herself, we all heard it."

She squatted down until she was the same height as Alisha, softly asking, "Alisha, you heard it too, right?"

Alisha nodded vigorously, a hint of emptiness in her crystalline eyes.

She was still young, perhaps unable to comprehend the complexities between adults. But even at her young age, she understood at this moment that Athena was not her mother. Her real mother was standing in front of her, the "enemy" she always thought she was.

Joyce's lips trembled, her outstretched hands also trembling. Alisha, her Alisha, her daughter, the child she owed the most, was standing in front of her, looking at her with anticipation.

Her heart softened, almost melting. She trembled as she reached out her hands, wanting to embrace Alisha, but still hesitated.

Alisha looked at Joyce for a moment, then suddenly ran a few steps forward and threw herself into Joyce's arms, sweetly calling, "Mommy."