Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1754: I Love You

Chapter 1754: I Love You

Joyce rested her hands on the desk, avoiding eye contact and hanging her head, not wanting others to see her helplessness and disarray. She was human, not a deity, and faced with such a blow, she, too, would feel lost.

Darrin stood not far away, watching Joyce's trembling shoulders. He let out a sigh. He didn't approach to disturb her, leaving her some space to adjust. Anyone would struggle to withstand such bad news. He asked the female researcher, "Does Mr. Warner often come here?"

The female researcher shook her head. "Not often. I've only seen him three times, and the most recent time was a couple of days ago. I can't remember the exact date. You know, as researchers, we work day and night in the lab, so the days blend together."

Darrin continued, "How does Mr. Warner seem in terms of his physical condition?"

"He seems fine," the female researcher replied. "Microbial effects on the body aren't noticeable during normal times; it's a subtle erosion. Having inhibitors helps a lot, but it's harder to detect during regular times. Unfortunately, Mr. Warner isn't sensitive to the inhibitors, and combined with his unstable emotions, it's difficult to control. However, in everyday life, he's just like any normal person. Only in the end does the illness manifest in symptoms like bleeding, extreme weight loss, and paralysis."

The female researcher suddenly covered her mouth, feeling that what she said was a bit horrifying. She was afraid of scaring Joyce. Darrin's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Joyce. He noticed that her body shrank slightly and her shoulders trembled.

He quickly changed the subject. "Is there any progress with the screening of the microorganisms?"

"Of course, we've made progress. We've been screening tirelessly," the female researcher solemnly replied.

At this point, Joyce finally regained her composure. She gradually propped herself up, stabilizing herself until she stood firmly.

When she turned around, there was no trace of grief on her face, only calmness.

She walked up to the female researcher and calmly asked, "I entrust the screening to your team. I want to know, what else can I do at the moment? This kind of poison was created in a secret laboratory by a warlord. Unfortunately, those who knew about it are already dead."

The female researcher looked at Joyce, secretly admiring her powerful composure and self-control.

After thinking for a moment, the female researcher said, "Professor Orik always says that it would be great if we knew the specific identification numbers of the microorganisms used in the poison. The screening process is too slow, like finding a needle in a haystack. It's not difficult to develop an antidote; the difficult part is not knowing who created it."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you," Joyce said as she walked back to Darrin's side, gesturing for them to leave.

Before they left, Joyce looked at the female researcher and said coldly, "What happened here today, I hope you won't tell anyone. If I receive any information, I'll come and visit again."

The female researcher nodded. "Understood."

Joyce turned and walked away, with Darrin following closely behind.

They arrived at the entrance, got into the car they had arrived in, and Joyce fastened her seatbelt. She remained silent.

Darrin started the car and accelerated. He asked, "Shall we go back to the Warner residence or head to the company?"

Joyce glanced out the window, her expression distant. "It doesn't matter."

Darrin hesitated for a moment, realizing that Joyce was feeling lost at the moment.

He couldn't help but advise, "Commander, being anxious won't help. Good things come to those who wait, and you can't let yourself fall."

Joyce closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat. "I know. I'm just recalling the entire process and considering what I might have overlooked and what I can do now."

"Commander, let me be frank. Have you ever thought about why Mr. Warner kept this from you?" Darrin asked as he drove.

Joyce opened her eyes and looked at Darrin. "Why?"

Darrin let out a sigh. "As a man, I understand. You've already done so much in the past. Some things should be left to others to handle; you're pushing yourself too hard. Besides not wanting to worry you, Mr. Warner is more concerned about not burdening you. He will find a way to resolve it."

Joyce weakly smiled. "Other matters aside, how can I ignore a life-or-death situation? You don't need to persuade me; I know what I need to do."

Darrin nodded. "Alright."

Joyce sat in the car, contemplating for a momentand then took out her phone, dialing Cecelia's number.

Cecelia answered the phone quickly and asked, "Joyce, how have you been feeling lately?"

Joyce responded softly, "I'm fine. Mom, there's something I want you to help me investigate. It's about the researchers from the secret laboratory who were killed by Otis. Can you find any remaining information about them, their families, and even the items and books they left at home? Also, any trace of the web pages they visited. I want to gather as much information as possible on the matter. The more detailed and comprehensive, the better."

She spoke quickly, getting straight to the point.

Cecelia was silent on the phone for a while. Finally, she asked, "Joyce, is it about Luther's poisoning... and it still hasn't been resolved?"

Quick-thinking people always grasp the key points. Cecelia immediately understood the essence of the problem.

Joyce didn't deny it, knowing she couldn't hide it. "Yes, the poison in his body hasn't been neutralized. It's a rare microbial toxin that can hardly be detected in the body."

"Okay, I understand. Take care of yourself," Cecelia's voice turned serious. She didn't ask further and ended the call.

The conversation between mother and daughter was concise, but they both understood what needed to be done.

Darrin soon drove the car back to the Warner residence.

After Joyce got out of the car, she said, "Go take care of other matters. I want to rest for a while."

Darrin nodded.

Joyce then returned to her room and closed the door.

When she was alone, she suddenly collapsed on the bed, lying flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, tears that had been held back for so long finally fell, quietly soaking into the pillow. He had come back, embracing her, but never revealed himself.

Didn't he know how much she missed him?

She took out her phone and stared blankly at the contact list, the three words "Luther" on the screen, a number she hadn't dialed in a long time.

Suddenly, she couldn't hold back anymore and pressed the dial button.

Accompanied by the ringing tone that lasted for a long time.

When she thought that no one would answer, the call suddenly connected.

Although it connected, there was no one speaking on the other end.

Clearly connected, yet shrouded in silence.

After a long time, as if a vast amount of time had passed, Joyce slowly spoke, her voice trembling slightly, and uttered just three words. "I love you..."

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