You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1789

Chapter 1789: It's Not Over

Luther lifted Anderson upright, holding the small body closely to his chest, tightening his embrace as he felt a surge of fear.

"Is Anderson injured?" Felix stepped forward, concerned. He touched Anderson's forehead. "He's unconscious. With the living room in that state, I'm not sure if his eardrums will be affected. It's also possible that he has a concussion. You should take him to the hospital as soon as possible."

Luther nodded. "Felix, I'm really sorry about Vicki."

Felix patted Luther's shoulder. "Don't say those useless words. I'll find a way to handle it. The situation outside is chaotic, so I'll withdraw my men. If you need any further assistance, just let me know."

Luther then instructed the leader of the mercenaries, "This is Mr. Saunders. You'll follow him and obey his orders. Your task now is to protect Mr. Saunders."

"Yes," the leader of the mercenaries replied.

Felix nodded. "Alright. I won't stand on ceremony. Some of my men were injured tonight, and we're short on manpower. Take care of yourself."

After saying that, Felix turned and left.

He walked faster and faster, pretending to be carefree, but his heart was heavy with worry. Vicki had been taken away by Cloud, and he hated himself for it. He couldn't predict how Cloud would treat Vicki. He was both afraid and concerned.

Outside the Warner residence, the SUVs brought by Cloud had blocked the avenue. Luther left the special forces to handle the situation while he carried Anderson and rushed toward the entrance, boarding the car they had arrived in.

Joyce and Alisha were still at the hospital, and he couldn't bear to stay away from them any longer.

Darrin drove, speeding all the way. The special forces soldiers who had come with them drove another car, taking Mr. Arnold and the other injured guards to the hospital together.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Darrin had already contacted them by phone and arranged for medical carts and a medical team. He also called Reuben, who had been anxiously waiting.

As soon as they arrived, the medical personnel swiftly took Anderson and sent him into the CT room.

Luther and Darrin waited outside the CT room.

Darrin was restless. "Mr. Warner, I'm sorry. It's my oversight that I didn't leave enough manpower to guard the Warner family. Anderson is so clever, and if anything happened to him, I wouldn't be able to face the marshal."

"Don't say those things. As long as he's unharmed, that's what matters. And don't blame yourself. No matter how many people you left behind, Cloud would have succeeded tonight. There's no difference," Luther comforted him.

"Thanks to Anderson's quick thinking, he knew to hide in the safe room. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable," Darrin sighed heavily.

Luther was also filled with lingering fear. Sweat had soaked through his back, and his forehead was covered in large beads of sweat.

In the midst of his anxiety, the door of the CT room slowly opened.