Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 696

In fact, it made no difference to blame Jacqueline.

It was all his fault.

He couldn't have known better about it.

It's all his own fault.

He had been such a fool. It was all because of his prejudice, his arrogance, and his mistrust.

He made the same mistake twice and hurt her twice. He made it happen with his own hand.

It was no one else’s responsibility, but his own.

"WHAT!!!"

Jacqueline could hardly believe what she was hearing. Her lips were trembling, and tears fell down her cheeks.

"Joyce is pregnant with your baby? She was … But how could she ... I ..." she simply could not dream of it.

Joyce was carrying the bloodline of the Warner family.

Joyce had almost no hope of survival, so wouldn't that mean that the baby, too, was gone?

In fact, for a long time, she had been looking forward to having a grandchild, which was why she was so excited about the child in Charlotte's womb.

That’s why she had been supporting Charlotte and suppressing Joyce. To her surprise, all her expectation had fallen short now.

She also felt regret. For all this time, now that she thought about it, there were many things that she might have gotten wrong.

It was just not enough for her to judge someone from the way they looked.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The door of the VIP room was suddenly pushed open with force.

Shelly came running in fast.

She had also been at St. Maria Hospital for the past two days. She had just gone downstairs to do some shopping and on her way back she was told that Luther had woken up.

She was naturally very worried about her brother when something like this happened.

She rushed to Luther's bedside and said with concern, "Brother, you're finally awake! It's good that you're okay. I heard the news and could hardly believe it. I'm scared to death!"

When she turned her head, she saw the tearstains on Jacqueline's cheeks and was amazed, "Mom, why are you crying, isn't brother okay? Are you hiding something from me? Brother, what’s wrong?"

Luther didn't answer. He just stared coldly at Shelly and spoke, "As I recall, you should not have got released so early? How did you leave the police station?"

"I ... I ... Anyway, they released me. Maybe I'm doing well."

Shelly turned her eyes away, not daring to look directly at Luther.

She didn't expect that the first thing Luther cared about, when he saw her, was this.

"It was you?" Luther raised his head and looked at Jacqueline indifferently, "You used your connections to release Shelly? Now that Karl got shot and had no time for the internal management of the police department, so you secretly find someone to release Shelly?"

She glanced at Luther, whose face was unusually calm.

She knew it was over. It was a sign of his outburst.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

Jacqueline pinched Shelly desperately, trying to stop her from saying all her nonsense.

"Why are you pinching me? It hurts."

Shelly didn't understand, but questioned Jacqueline, "Did I say anything wrong? Joyce was pregnant with a bastard to begin with, and I just asked someone to push her a bit so she could get rid of her bastard. How could that even be a crime? The actual fact is, I didn't get it, and Joyce didn't miscarry. Moreover, on the day of the engagement party, she pushed Charlotte down the stairs and caused Charlotte to miscarry. Isn’t that the worst crime? I think she deserves to die!"

It's over. Jacqueline's eyes rolled back in despair.

"She's carrying a bastard? The worst crime? She deserves to die?" Luther's words burst out from between his teeth, and his dark eyes, staring at Shelly, did not move for an instant.

"What's wrong? Is it wrong that I'm telling the truth?" Shelly perked up.

"Nothing but truth?" Luther's eyes had frozen into ice.

"Yes, Joyce is ruining our family! I hope she never comes back!"

“Pop!” Luther slapped Shelly as hard as he could.

Immediately, Shelly was knocked to the ground. She felt dizzy, her eardrums were buzzing and there was even a stream of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.