Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 2035

Chapter 2035: The Final Target

In the morning hours, Cecelia rushed over with her military special forces.

Upon reaching the island, Luther was already waiting for her at the shore.

As Cecelia disembarked, she quickly inquired, "You mentioned over the phone that Joyce disappeared out of thin air. What exactly happened?"

Luther briefly recounted the events of last night and the search process from then until now.

A look of disbelief crept onto Cecelia's face. "Disappearing without a trace on an island with no means of transportation. This is absolutely impossible. There must be some undisclosed issue that we have overlooked. I have requested a professional detection team and equipment. I will have them conduct a thorough search immediately."

"I will have someone escort Anderson back. He stayed up all night with me and needs rest. After all, he is just a child, and we cannot let him worry too much," Luther said wearily, rubbing his temples.

Standing beside them, Kane added, "Anderson blames himself because he mentioned the lack of spices, prompting Joyce to go retrieve some. Little did he know that Joyce would disappear on her way to get them. He is devastated. He cried, something I rarely ever saw him do. I can't console him, and I don't know what to do."

"Furthermore, I've reviewed the surveillance footage countless times. Apart from blind spots, there was genuinely no anomaly. It's also my fault; I dismantled some defenses too early in certain areas, leaving gaps in coverage. Now, we can't pinpoint where the problem occurred," Kane also blamed himself.

"Don't blame yourselves," Cecelia interjected. "We all thought the target would be the child. Our focus was primarily on protecting the children. Additionally, we believed the aim of the other party was to disrupt the wedding. The wedding has ended successfully, who would have thought that something would still happen? No one could have predicted this."

Inserting his slender fingers into his hair, Luther lamented, "We have been wrong from the beginning. The target was always Joyce alone. The wedding was never their concern. They waited until the wedding was over, attacking us when our guard was at its weakest. It was my carelessness! Blame me, even if I had been more cautious, I still made a mistake."

"Enough with the self-blame. Even if the wedding hadn't taken place, in a vast place like Khebury, could we avoid leaving the house forever? They would always find an opportunity to strike. Let's stop blaming ourselves; what we urgently need to do is to uncover how the other party managed to abduct Joyce," Cecelia maintained her composure, offering advice to both sides. "I will have someone escort Anderson back first. He's the older brother and needs to process his emotions alone to not affect his sister and younger siblings. He will understand."

"Alright," Luther nodded.

"I now suspect that Elsa was merely a decoy. They deployed Elsa as a pawn to distract us, concealing their actual target. Steering our focus towards finding the mole and tracking Elsa deceived us, diverting attention from other areas. After Elsa was captured, we all let our guard down! Damn it! We were vigilant but still fell for it in the end!" Luther stomped his foot in frustration. "Unfortunately, it's too late to do anything now."

"Before coming here, I requested backup from the Capital's military headquarters. Experts are on their way, and a helicopter should arrive in about two hours," Cecelia glanced at her watch. "Before that, let's recap the entire incident, considering what we might have overlooked from start to finish."

"Alright," Luther nodded.

After safely seeing off Anderson, Luther, Kane, Cecelia, and others remained on South Island.

In less than two hours, Luther received a call confirming Anderson's safe return home.

He spoke with Anderson over the phone; his son's emotions had stabilized. "Anderson, as the older brother, please refrain from telling your sister and others about Mom's situation for now, understand?"

"I know. Dad, don't worry about me. Go find Mom quickly," Anderson replied, his voice steadier, sniffing.