You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 182

"Take them all away!" Karl swept a glance at the Jacqueline and Shelly who were full of resentment

and the Joyce who was in great shock, and signaled the officers to take them all back to the police

headquarters.

"Hey, what for! You can't do this to me." Jacqueline also had to follow into the car.

Joyce was taken away by another officer, and she looked fondly at Stephanie's body, tears flowing

down her cheeks uncontrollably. She was sobbing and begging, "Can I see my grandmother one more ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

time?"

Not far away, Stephanie lay alone on the ground, maintaining her previous huddled and stiff posture.

Although her eyes were tightly closed, she was not half at peace, her eyelids were covered with bruises

and bloodstains, and her face was even more bruised and horrific than earlier.

Joyce knew that Stephanie must have died with regrets. Her heart ached so much that she couldn't

breathe. She considered Stephanie as her real family, but she never thought Stephanie would leave

her in such a tragic way.

She felt like something important had been taken out of her life and her life was no longer complete.

"Let's go, don't look." The officer didn't pay any attention to Joyce and dragged Joyce directly to the

police car.

Karl watched the scene coldly.

Compared to Jacqueline and Shelly, who were only thinking about their inheritance, the girl in front of

him seemed really heartbroken, which made him feel compassionate. But as a police officer, he would

not be affected by any personal feelings. He only believed in evidence.

Joyce was dragged to the police car, and the police car whistled away. The car window was open, and

she fondly looked towards the Warner residence. As the cold wind splashed in her face, she had a cold

painful feeling at the tip of her nose. And the tears on her cheeks left her with a cracking pain. Both her

hand and her feet just felt cold.

Karl and Joyce were sitting in the same police car.

He looked at her in silence. He saw her mourning all the way, but he did not say a word.

At that moment, Joyce's cell phone suddenly rang.

As Joyce's cell phone had been confiscated by the police just now, it is currently in a clear plastic bag

in Karl's hand. By definition, Joyce has now been controlled in speech and action and could answer the

phone.

Karl pressed the answer button through the bag, "Hello, who is it?"

"Who are you? This is Joyce's phone!" On the other end of the phone, came Juanita's anxious voice.

"I'm Karl, the captain of the Criminal Police Detachment of the Second Division, and this phone is

currently in my possession, may I ask what you want from Joyce?" Karl returned indifferently.

Karl? Juanita instantly remembered this man, the handsome detective she was interested in, and it was

him again!

"What happened to Joyce! Something happened to her?!" Juanita shouted excitedly over the phone,

"What the hell happened to the Warner family, I was the one who called the police earlier!"

Karl's ears were blasted by Juanita's shrill voice and he frowned, "Joyce is fine, but she needs to go

back to the police station to cooperate with the investigation. Since you're the one who called the

police, come along now."

"Hey, hey, hey, what the hell is going on?!" Juanita asked anxiously.

Helplessly, Karl has cut off the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Juanita put down her cell phone and hastily reached out to stop a cab

and headed straight to the second precinct.