You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 2095

Chapter 2095: The Best Ending

Luther didn't say the word "love" because he didn't want to. But he knew very well that Clint truly loved Joyce. Otherwise, Clint wouldn't have chosen the hardest path to power at the most critical moment. Clint wanted both the throne and his love. He refused to marry Chiyuki, showing he never intended to compromise himself.

Luther stared directly at Clint, not missing any of his expressions. He had seen through Clint completely. Clint's face was extremely grim. He felt exposed in front of Luther, and as long as Luther was there, he felt he could never have Joyce. This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

"Luther, I can kill you. Don't forget, you're on my turf," Clint said coldly.

Luther sneered, "And then what? Do you think killing me will win Joyce's heart? She'll only hate you for a lifetime, wishing you were dead. Is that the result you want?"

Clint's temples throbbed with veins. Of course not; how could he want such a result?

"Luther, you just met her before I did," Clint spat out through gritted teeth.

Luther laughed, "Clint, all you need is a ray of light in your life; you'll find it sooner or later."

Luther didn't mention that Clint was born with a weak constitution and had undergone surgery. Some people opposed to Clint worried about his early death, but with modern medicine, a simple heart surgery was nothing serious as long as he took care of himself. However, this left Clint with a deep psychological scar; he hated how others looked at him and despised being seen as weak.

Clint needed just a ray of light to illuminate his life.

At this moment, Clint fell silent. He understood that his deepest secrets had been laid bare. Any explanation would be just a cover-up.

Seeing Clint's silence, Luther continued, "Some things can't be forced, especially feelings. Your father didn't love your mother; you should understand this deeply from childhood. Your father imprisoned Kempley for life; what did he get in the end? The person he loved and their beautiful memories were gone forever. In the long days ahead, there was only pain. Even the child born from his beloved woman held no affection for him-only resentment-and didn't even consider this place home. Even if he wanted to make amends with the throne before his death, no one wanted it. Do you really want to repeat this mistake?"

Clint took a deep breath; he knew all of this.

Luther's expression turned serious and sharp, "Clint, there's no natural-born ruler. You can change this country's problems. I can support you with money and power. Although I have no interest in politics-it's too exhausting-I've long since seen through it and only want to live a peaceful life with Joyce now. But if pushed to the limit, becoming Pascaylia's president wouldn't be a problem."

He could do it; he just didn't want to.

After a pause, Luther finally said, "Emperors have always been lonely throughout history. Supreme power or your beloved-you must give up one. You understand this."

He stopped talking; Clint surely understood but was unwilling to give up, which is why he had kidnapped Joyce.

However, when Joyce was about to give birth back then, Clint chose not to take her away and let her safely deliver the child instead. This proved that he would eventually let go a second time.

The tension inside Clint snapped; he closed his eyes tightly.

He remembered how she cried on the cliff last night but said she hadn't. She wanted to go home; he felt it deeply.

He remembered her words filled with hatred.

He remembered her saying, "How wonderful would it be if life were as it was at first sight? I wish you were always Grayson and not Clint. I regret saving you."

She regretted knowing him and saving him.

In her eyes, he didn't understand love; he was just obsessive and manipulative-a cold-blooded psychopath who recognized no kinship.

His father and Kempley had at least once truly loved each other and shared beautiful memories together.

But what about him? From beginning to end, there was only hatred.