Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 199

Damn Joyce, it's early morning back in the country, she didn't answer his calls all night, and now she's with another man.

"Sorry, you may have misunderstood. I'm Officer Karl from the Second Precinct of the Police Department," Karl explained, sensing Luther's strong hostility and jealousy. "Second Precinct of the Police Department?" Luther remembered that Karl was the police officer who handled Lauren's case last time.

"What happened, and why do you have Joyce's phone?" At this moment, Luther's heart sank, and he immediately realized that something was not simple.

"Oh, it seems that your family did not inform you. How strange." Karl smiled inwardly. The complicated side of a wealthy family, which he knew all too well. That's why he called Luther. It was time.

"Joyce, something's wrong?" Luther asked uncertainly, his eyes darkening and even his voice trembling. His brain almost stopped functioning.

"Your grandmother, Stephanie, died yesterday at 4:00 p.m. The cause of death is unknown at this time. Your wife's cell phone is in my possession for the time being. I hope you will come to the police station as soon as possible. If you need to bail Joyce out, I can assist you with the process. Goodbye." Karl finished his sentence in one breath and hung up the phone without waiting for Luther to reply.

He had achieved his goal. He thought that there was no way Jacqueline would come forward to bail Joyce out. What he didn't expect was that they would hide even the news of Stephanie's death from Luther, and he didn't know what they were up to.

He did not want Joyce to stay in the detention center and suffer, so he had to inform Luther to bail Joyce out.

The officers had gone to work on it, and once the warrant was revoked, Joyce would be eligible for bail.

Oh, there would be a good show from the Warner family then.

He couldn't help but remember what Dustin had said to him in the early hours of the morning while he was waiting for his analysis report.

"I admire the deceased. Although I don't know what the reason is, perhaps she can't hold the pen because of her hand paralysis, but from the writing marks... It might look very simple, just crossing out the shares inherited by Jacqueline and Shelly both, adding a 0 after Joyce's 1% shares, and making it 10%. I can see that these three strokes, she used a long, long time to complete, and she must have been exhausted. The deceased has a strong mind and perseverance to complete these strokes of writing. And judging from the handwriting, it perfectly matches her usual writing habits and strokes."

"Karl, this case is not simple. The will that the deceased took great pains to modify before she died must have a deep meaning behind it."

Karl certainly could not understand the meaning of Stephanie's last will.

But what he could foresee was that there was a hand behind the curtain reaching out to Joyce right now.

Joyce, now in the detention center, could be extremely dangerous.

As a police officer, he went far beyond his job. Even, what he was doing now, was against the rules. He didn't even know why he was doing it.

In his mind, he remembered Joyce's clear, bright, beautiful eyes, which revealed a purity rarely found in the world. Perhaps, he also could not help but be infected by her.