Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1782: A Daughter Like You

Chapter 1782: A Daughter Like You

At that moment, Joyce seized the opportunity and rushed forward, her long arms embracing Alisha, pulling her into her own embrace, holding her tightly.

Her daughter was now in her arms, and although the small, soft body struggled, Joyce finally had a real sense of her presence.

Ten months of pregnancy, thinking that Alisha was born lifeless, Joyce had spent the past four years in guilt. She never imagined that Alisha was fortunate enough to still be alive. Regardless of whether Alisha recognized her or not, she was her daughter.

She would gradually make Alisha accept her.

She held Alisha tightly, the embrace so tight that there was no gap, her voice trembling continuously. "Alisha, I am your mommy. Mommy misses you so much."

Alisha desperately struggled. "No, you're lying. I won't be fooled. You're a bad woman. It's you who separated Daddy and Mommy!"

Reuben took advantage of the opportunity and executed a beautiful leg sweep, subduing Athena on the ground.

The black-clad people around were pushed back by Luther, leaving only two behind. The rest of the black-clad people were held at gunpoint by the warlords and special police, unable to act recklessly. Luther called out to Jacob, the leader of the black-clad people, "You've already been subdued. Why haven't you retreated?"

Jacob hesitated a little. After all, they still had the ability to resist, and retreating like this meant that Athena wouldn't let them off when she returned. Living in perpetual torment might not be better than the current situation.

Seeing Jacob's hesitation, Luther knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Jacob, I know that you used to work for Christian. Do you think we found this place on our own? How could such a well-disciplined organization with such a secret base be known to outsiders?" Luther reminded him.

Jacob immediately understood. "It's Mr. Ballard... Will you really let us go?"

If that was the case, they might as well return and report to Christian, at least preserving their lives.

Luther promised, "We guarantee that we won't shoot."

"Everyone, retreat!" Jacob raised his arm and gave the order. "Drop your weapons!"

The black-clad people began to drop their weapons one after another.

"Jacob, how dare you betray me!" Athena exclaimed in disbelief, shouting loudly, but she was firmly subdued by Reuben.

Jacob respectfully addressed Athena, "I'm sorry, Miss Athena. Mr. Christian is my master. He has always been and always will be. I am following Mr. Christian's orders to ensure your safety. I apologize. You're injured now, and I'll take you to Mr. Christian for treatment."

Athena's shoulder was in excruciating pain, causing her teeth to chatter, making it impossible for her to move.

Not only was her shoulder pierced, but her heart was pierced as well. The position on her shoulder where Joyce had shot her before, the wound that never fully healed and constantly caused her pain, now Luther had shot through it once again.

Athena let out a painful scream, her whole body trembling from the pain, unable to move.

Her body's pain couldn't compare to the pain in her heart.

Luther had been too ruthless to her.

Athena stared at Luther with eyes full of resentment, "I did all this because I love you. But you betrayed me!"

Luther sneered, "Love me? You love yourself, satisfying your own desires."

Athena screamed in anguish, "No! I cared about you more than anyone else when I learned about your poisoning. Do you know how much I worried about you? You can't deny my love. I'll make you see how much I love you!"

She screamed frantically.

At the same time, it affected Alisha's heart. Alisha responded by crying out, "Let go of Mommy, save Mommy! I want Mommy, I want Mommy, I want Mommy!"

The tender voice of a child, crying out, echoed through the dark night, but because of Alisha's recent surgery, her voice was weak, growing weaker and weaker.

Joyce hugged Alisha tightly, wanting to comfort her, but not knowing how to do so.

As the black-clad people disarmed and retreated, the warlords and special police made way for them.

Darrin, who had been organizing the situation from the periphery, arrived at the core area now that the crisis was resolved. He walked from the periphery to the center, organizing the scene.

The black-clad people gradually boarded the vehicles and, under the watchful eyes of the warlords and special police, left in an orderly manner.

Jacob quickly tended to Athena's bleeding and helped her up from the ground. "Miss Athena, let's go.

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