Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1964

Chapter 1964 Being Prepared

Three days had passed.

During this time, Joyce and Anderson worked together to search for information, significantly increasing their efficiency. In a short amount of time, they had gone through everything, although they didn't have any leads yet, everything was organized. They were ready at a moment's notice for any new discoveries.

This morning, Anderson and Alisha went to school as usual.

After staying up late every night, Anderson fell asleep as soon as he got on the car.

Seeing this, Joyce felt sorry for the child. But she knew there was no other way. Anderson, to prevent Luther from worrying, would rather go to school every day to sleep and return home refreshed in the afternoon. He would stay up late again in the evening.

At home, Luther woke up particularly late that day. Even after the children had left, he was still lying halfway in bed, resting.

He felt dizzy, lightheaded, tightness in his chest, difficulty breathing, and most importantly, weakness in his limbs.

Joyce came to Luther's bedside and sat down next to him. "Feeling unwell? Let me go get you a glass of water."

Luther suddenly grabbed her wrist, "No need, I was about to get up."

Struggling, he sat up from the bed. When his feet touched the ground, he felt a wave of dizziness.

Supporting himself as best he could, he walked into the bathroom to freshen up.

Looking at himself in the mirror, his once handsome face now carried an air of exhaustion, looking very weak.

He frowned. Although he had a bad feeling in his heart, he wouldn't show it in front of Joyce.

After freshening up, he suddenly felt nauseous, as if a knife was twisting inside his chest. Soon after, a thick, uncontrollable substance surged out.

He quickly covered his thin lips with his hand, trying to stop what was already happening.

The sticky liquid kept coming out of his mouth, seeping through his fingers. His hand, covered with fresh blood, looked terrifying in the mirror.

He stared at himself in the mirror, stunned for a moment.

He was coughing up blood!

Joyce heard some unusual noises from inside and hurried over, despite being heavily pregnant.

When she burst into the bathroom, Luther couldn't stop her in time. She saw his hands covered in fresh blood, catching her off-guard.

Joyce was stunned, her mind went blank, the blood's red color repeatedly stimulating her brain, rendering her unable to think.

Luther quickly turned on the tap, washing away the blood on his hands, and wiping the corners of his lips. The pool of water in the sink diluted the red blood, adding to the horror.

"Don't worry, I just coughed up a bit of blood, everything else feels fine." Luther rinsed his mouth and managed to smile at her, "Look at me, I'm fine."

Joyce stared at Luther without saying a word. In fact, he was far from okay. His face was pale, now his lips were also pale, she had never seen him look so haggard. She felt extreme pity.

"Aren't you still interested in looking at baby supplies? Shall I accompany you shopping today? The doctor said you are about to give birth, and you need to be active now. I'll be with you." Luther tried to maintain his spirits, smiling gently, making a suggestion.

Joyce didn't say anything, suddenly throwing herself into his arms, her delicate body trembling continuously.

"Don't be like this, I'm really fine." Luther wanted to reach out and comfort her, but suddenly, the dizziness in front of his eyes intensified.

This time, he couldn't stand still, his vision blurred, afraid he would drag her down with him.

He quickly let go of her, supported himself by the sink, struggling to hold on, until he gradually collapsed on the floor. At that moment, his vision darkened, and he lost consciousness instantly.

"Luther! What's happening to you?" Joyce screamed in horror, watching Luther fall in front of her.

Her heart felt as if it had been hit by a hammer, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her belly was too big, preventing her from squatting down. Peering down the sink, she saw his beautiful eyes tightly closed, his handsome face devoid of any color.