Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1576

Chapter 1576

Everything was worth it.

He stretched out his bloodstained hand, wanting to touch her.

Joyce immediately grabbed his hand, "Justin, what do you want to say?"

"You're fine... Andres is fine... just fine..."

Justin spoke intermittently, struggling to say every sentence.

"You'll be fine." Joyce choked up, pressing harder on his wound to stop the bleeding.

"Joyce, I finally... have the face to see you..." His voice was weak, getting lower and lower, "I have no regrets..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I have regrets. Listen to me! If you dare to have anything happen, I'll hate you for the rest of my life." She choked up to warn him.

Justin's lips curled into a gentle smile, "Okay, it's a deal... for life... can't go back on it..."

Hating him for the rest of his life would be fine. At least he would always be in her heart. He was content.

At this moment, he gazed at her affectionately.

Clear and delicate features, eyes as clear as the light of the sky and clouds.

At this moment, he was still the same as before. He finally returned to the Justin of the past.

Joyce's eyes were wet.

She suppressed her tears with difficulty. His words were like farewell.

She couldn't accept it.

She was more and more fragile now, unable to accept life and death parting. She didn't want anyone to just leave her like this, leave this world. She would never allow it.

She pressed hard on his wound, but the fresh red blood kept gushing out, spilling everywhere, spreading like fear, chilling her limbs.

Justin seemed tired and drained, his vision became more and more blurred as the blood flowed away. Feeling the temperature leaving.

He trembled his lips, "Cold... hug me... okay?"

"Are you cold?" Joyce immediately bent down, gathered him into her arms, hugged him tight, still not giving up, pressing the wound to stop the bleeding.

Justin leaned his head against her body, absorbing her warmth. Satisfied, he closed his eyes.

"Don't close your eyes, hold on, don't fall asleep no matter what." Joyce stroked Justin's face, gently tapping him to keep him awake.

Anderson also sat next to Justin, "Uncle Justin, you have to hold on."

Knowing that Justin had saved him, Anderson was filled with gratitude and guilt.

At this time, Karl rushed up to the top floor with his men. He had already dealt with all the men in black downstairs. Judging from the gunshots, there had been an exchange of fire on the top floor. He immediately rushed up to the platform with his men.

As soon as he came out, he saw the men in black lying scattered on the top floor. Anderson was unharmed, Justin lay in Joyce's arms, his chest covered in blood, clearly injured.

Karl calmly pressed the communicator, "Send the ambulance in, garage number S, top floor, bring stretchers, hemostasis agents, oxygen masks, speed."

He comforted, "Joyce, I have an ambulance with me. We have professional medical staff who will be here soon."

Originally, it was prepared for his subordinates in case of injuries so they could be rescued in time.

He didn't expect Justin to be shot.

"Um." Joyce nodded repeatedly. Karl always thought of everything the most thoughtfully.

Anderson grabbed Justin's hand, "Uncle Justin, you must hold on! The ambulance is here."

Justin was too weak to speak. He maintained the last bit of consciousness to prevent himself from falling asleep.

It didn't matter. He had no regrets left. Before leaving, he left a will. He never thought about coming back alive. She had forgiven him, that was enough.

At this time, two of the men in black lying on the ground slowly stood up.

Karl's men were immediately alert and aimed their guns at them.