Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1702: Falling Ill

Chapter 1702: Falling III

Luther raced all the way to Athena's seaside villa.

In the late night, everything was pitch black, with only a faint light illuminating the courtyard. The withered branches trembled in the wind, creating a cold and eerie atmosphere.

Several black-clad individuals stood guard at the entrance. When they saw Luther, they respectfully stepped aside.

Frowning, Luther forcefully pushed open the door and walked in.

"Athena! You better be telling the truth! Otherwise, I won't let you off!" His anger grew stronger as he entered the seaside villa in the middle of the night. Athena had called him there, claiming that Alisha was sick and looking for her father.

He couldn't be sure which words of this wicked woman were true and which were lies.

When it concerned Alisha, he had to rush over regardless of everything else.

At this moment, Athena was sitting in the living room. When she saw Luther, she wheeled her wheelchair closer to him. "What's wrong? Are you angry? Bringing you out from that bitch's side. Aren't you happy?"

Luther clenched his fist, struggling to control his anger. He couldn't stand Athena calling Joyce a bitch. He wanted nothing more than to make Athena shut up forever.

Athena pushed her wheelchair closer, her gaze greedily fixed on Luther's handsome face, unable to look away.

Suddenly, she noticed a faint scratch on his slightly open collar, revealing a glimpse of bare skin. Her eyes widened, burning with jealousy.

"Did you sleep with that bitch?" Athena nearly roared.

Following her malicious gaze, Luther instinctively touched his neck. There was an uneven mark there, a scratch left when things became intense and Joyce couldn't resist his advances, unable to withstand his assault.

He adjusted his collar, and a cold chill flickered in his eyes.

"What about Alisha? Is she really sick?" He changed the subject and asked.

Athena took a deep breath, suppressing her anger. She glared at Luther's covered neck, her chest heaving. "Do you still care about Alisha? She has a high fever and keeps calling for you. But you have the time to sleep with that bitch?"

"Open the passage and let me see Alisha," Luther said impatiently, not wanting to talk to her any longer.

Athena endured it and gestured to the black-clad individuals beside her to activate the passage.

As the partition opened, the glass door also opened.

Luther anxiously looked inside and saw Alisha lying on the bed, her little face pale. She closed her eyes and murmured incessantly.

His heart ached. Athena hadn't lied to him; Alisha was really sick.

He rushed to the bed in a single stride and quickly embraced Alisha. Her small body was soft and weak, as if she had no strength, fragile and delicate. He whispered, "Daddy, it's Daddy, right?" After asking, as if afraid he would leave, she used her weak little hands to grip his clothes tightly, refusing to let go.

"It's me, Daddy is here to see you," Luther held her tenderly. Lowering his head, he saw her tightly holding onto his clothes, her grip so tight that he felt his heart shattering.

"What happened? How did Alisha suddenly have a high fever?" Luther turned around abruptly and questioned Athena.

Athena smiled and sneered, "She's just a child, how would I know why she's sick? Maybe she missed you. Who made you not by her side?"

Her smile contained a touch of malevolence.

In fact, she deliberately had someone push Alisha into the swimming pool, freezing her body as she trembled when she got out of the water. It didn't take long for her to start running a fever.

She knew very well that Alisha had been in a coma for a long time, relying on machines to sustain her life. Even now, after waking up, her body was still weak. But she didn't care. After all, Alisha wasn't her child. Everyone was just a tool for her to use. If they became useless, there was nothing to regret.

Alisha murmured, "Daddy, don't blame Mommy, it's my fault. I played and fell into the swimming pool. The water was so cold, I'm so cold."

As she said this, Alisha shivered uncontrollably.

Luther held her tighter, comforting her, "It's alright, Daddy is here. You'll be fine, Alisha, you're not cold."

Perhaps feeling the warmth of Luther's body, Alisha nodded. Exhausted, she closed her eyes again and fell asleep in his embrace. Her weak hands still tightly grasped his clothes, refusing to let go. Luther held her tenderly, his fists clenched tightly. He refusedto believe that Alisha had fallen into the swimming pool by herself. That damn Athena, this heartless woman, it must have been her doing. She repeatedly targeted a child.

What made it even more troublesome was that Alisha believed in Athena and defended her.

Seeing Alisha asleep, Luther asked, "What medicine did you give her?"

Athena shrugged. "Just regular fever-reducing medicine."

"Nothing else?" Luther furrowed his brow.

"A child gets sick, and it'll be fine in a day or two. Why would you need other medicine?" Athena sneered.

Luther picked up an ear thermometer and measured Alisha's temperature. "Beep, beep." The screen displayed her temperature: 40. 1 degrees.

Luther gasped. It had exceeded 40 degrees. No wonder Alisha was in a daze and her body felt dangerously hot.

"No, I'm taking her to the hospital. It's not just a common cold. Falling into the water and then having a high fever, it's likely pneumonia," Luther said as he held Alisha and stood up.

"Nowhere are you allowed to go." Athena blocked Luther. "You think you can take her away? Don't even think about leaving here."

Her fierce gaze swept around, and soon, more than ten black-clad individuals gathered, surrounding Luther with their guns.

"Can't you see how high Alisha's fever is? Can fever-reducing medicine cure pneumonia? She'll die!" Luther roared.

"You're simply unreasonable. She's just a child!" Athena crossed her arms, her expression cold and indifferent. "So what? Do you like children? I can give birth to them for you. How many do you want? I can give birth to as many as you want."

"You!" Luther's eyes seemed ready to devour her. He knew Athena wouldn't easily let Alisha leave her control, nor would she allow him to take Alisha to the hospital. As long as he removed the detonator from Alisha's body, she would lose control over her.

But he didn't think that far. He just wanted to cure Alisha's pneumonia.

However, forcefully taking Alisha away would only cause her more harm. This mad woman was capable of anything.

Time was running out, and he couldn't afford to delay. Luther said in a low voice, "In that case, let my personal doctor come here and give Alisha an intravenous drip."

Athena nodded, able to accept this level of compromise.

"Fine, but my people will bring him. He'll come blindfolded," she said.

"Okay." Luther agreed.