You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1711

Chapter 1711: Sure Enough, Concrete Evidence

Joyce rubbed her sleepy eyes. She glanced at the sleeping Anderson, lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and quietly made her way to the living room.

"Oh, you called me in the middle of the night just for this?" she asked calmly.

Kane's voice sounded even more urgent on the phone. "Sis, you sound so calm. Do you already know? Could it be that the reports are true? How is that possible? You've only returned to Khebury recently, and Mr. Warner is already having an affair?"

Joyce turned on the corner lamp in the living room and sat on the couch. "I don't know. I just heard it from you."

"Where is Mr. Warner? Don't you want to ask him? Is he with you? Wake him up and ask him. If it's a misunderstanding, clarify it early on. Don't let the news break tomorrow morning," Kane urged anxiously.

"He's not at home; he hasn't come back these past few days," Joyce pondered for a moment. "What do the reports specifically say? Have you seen the so-called concrete evidence?"

Kane quickly replied, "I haven't seen the articles or the evidence. But they say it's solid and believable. Sis, the news is too big, and I don't have the power to suppress it entirely. I can control the media controlled by the Zuo family, but the source of this news isn't on my side. If Mr. Warner were to personally address it, maybe the news could be suppressed. That's why I called you urgently. It's three in the morning, but there's still time."

Pausing for a moment, he cautiously probed, "What... what do you think? Why hasn't Mr. Warner come back these past few days? I know I shouldn't ask, but I'm really worried about you. I can hardly believe it."

"Heh heh. If you can't believe it, then don't. Don't worry, there's nothing for you to be concerned about," Joyce poured herself a glass of water. "There's no need to suppress the news. Let the media expose it. Tomorrow, I'll see how the gossip magazines write about it."

"Ah! Sis, what exactly are you thinking?" Kane expressed his confusion.

"Kane, in any case, you don't need to worry about this matter. I have my own plans. Trust me; I will handle it," Joyce looked at the time and said, "It's too late now. I'll go back to sleep for a while, and you should rest as well. Pretend you don't know about this."

"Alright," Kane's voice sounded conflicted. "Sis, are you really okay with this? Do you know something?"

"I don't know the details, but I believe in him. Please believe in him too. Kane, I have a favor to ask. If anyone from JK Intelligence or my parents asks you about this matter, tell them that we're aware of the situation and that it was deliberately orchestrated with a purpose. Please assure them not to worry, especially Juanita. She will dig deeper, so remember not to say anything wrong."

"Okay. I understand," Kane sighed on the phone.

"I'm hanging up if there's nothing else," Joyce said.

"Sis, please take care of yourself," Kane gave one final reminder. "If you encounter any difficulties, let me know. I'll do my best to help you."

"I know. Look at you, so young and already so verbose," Joyce chuckled as she ended the call. "Goodbye."

Once she hung up, she placed her phone aside and leaned against the couch, crossing her arms. Her expression was hidden in the dimness, making it difficult to discern. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she remained unusually calm.

She glanced at her phone a few times, but the dark screen never lit up again. Luther hadn't contacted her, disappearing without a trace.

Quietly sipping her tea, she breathed evenly, her emotions undisturbed.

She sat for about half an hour.

Joyce slowly got up and returned to bed.

Anderson turned over, causing the blanket to slip off. She reached out to cover him, lying down and hugging him as they continued to sleep.