Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 251

"Joyce, I'm truly happy for you. It’s just unbearable that they mistook you for a murderer!" Charlotte feigned indignation, "Finally, the facts were cleared up today."

Joyce shrugged, her beautiful eyes narrowed, looking straight at Charlotte, "I have never done such a thing, and I must track down the killer, and let grandma rest in peace. As long as I live, I will never give up."

After a pause, Joyce continued, "Charlotte, the day of Grandma's accident, you had also seen Grandma at noon, nothing unusual?"

When Joyce spoke, a cold light crossed her eyes, and Charlotte could not help but shudder.

Charlotte only felt the sweat stand up, and surprisingly felt somewhat guilty in her heart.

She bit her lip, "The police also asked me, but I really did not notice anything unusual. When I left, Grandma went back to bed. After I found out that Grandma was killed, I also kept thinking back, but there was nothing. I also blame myself, if only I could see some clues."

"What did Grandma say when she saw you?" Luther asked, raising his eyes.

"The usual small talk about family, asking how my mom is, asking what I usually like to do, what I like to eat, and so on." Charlotte said back.

"Oh, yeah?" Luther's long, shrewd eyes narrowed.

He didn't feel right. With his grandmother's personality, how could she possibly meet Charlotte alone to ask such trivial things about her family? It was even more impossible for her to ask Charlotte such questions as what she liked to eat. So, was Charlotte hiding something?

At that moment, Jacqueline and Shelly seemed to hear Charlotte's voice from the lounge.

"Brother, how much longer do you want to protect Joyce? Charlotte is pregnant with your child, don't you hurry up and divorce and marry her?" Shelly was reprimanded by Luther, her eyes tearful, questioning.

"What's going on in your heads when you haven't even found out why Grandma died?!" Luther shrugged it off. He didn't want to bring up these things now.

Charlotte hastened to persuade Shelly on the sidelines, acting understanding and decent, "Stop it. Grandma just died, now it’s not appropriate for us to talk about divorce and marriage."

She turned her head to Luther and said softly, "You don't have to care about me, it doesn't matter what I do. Please don’t be like this for me."

As soon as the words fell, Charlotte, as if she couldn't help it, hurriedly backed away and hid in a corner, covering her lips as if she was vomitting.