You Hit My Heart
Chapter 458

Justin reached out again, and unlike before, this time he held her handfirmly, as if he was afraid she would disappear, and refused to let go.He took a deep breath and his voice was heavy, "I learned about thetruth only recently. It wasn't the Mufron shooter who wanted to hurt youback then, he was also framed. In fact, the real killer behind the scenesis my brother, Derrick."

At the words, Joyce was shocked, his words completely overturned herperception.

What she thought was true for a long time was not the case at all.“Derrick? Why would he do that? What did I have to do with him? Whydoes he have to hurt me?" Joyce wondered.

"His target was not you, his target was me from the beginning. Youwere just an excuse that he needed. He knew that I was in love withyou, and he knew that with my character, I would turn against theHenderson family for you. And he wanted to take this opportunity tocontrol the Henderson family. So, he has been secretly looking forsomeone to follow me and keep track of all my movements, as well asyour movements." Justin explained.

"Knowing that the Mufron shooter was hostile to you and was out therespouting off about wanting someone to beat you up, he took advantageof it and hired those thugs to attack you in her name, when in fact theirreal goal was to take my life when I showed up. Because he knew thatonce the thugs attacked you, I would never stand by and do nothing.So the killer just used you as bait, and his real purpose was to push meoff the cliff. You have nothing to do with what happened to my legs, notyour responsibility, and I was not injured to save you. That was simplywhat I should have suffered. Joyce, I'm sorry. This was originally apower struggle within the Henderson family, but we got you involved.You had to leave the finals of the World Championships and leave yourdream of standing on that podium. And to take care of me, you gave upyour shooting dream. My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe everytime I think about it."

He said, holding her hand tightly, and even his own hands could nothelp but tremble slightly, endless sorrow flowing in his clear eyes.

He loved her most when she looked so confident on the field. He felt hewas deeply attracted to her already. But he didn't expect that in theend, it was his own hands that destroyed her dream, and her glory. Inthe end, he was the one who dragged her down. And he had alsoselfishly occupied her two years of youth, using her guilt, to keep her byhis side.

Joyce was silent, her mind buzzing, having trouble digesting what hesaid for a moment.

The responsibility and guilt that once weighed on her like a mountain,as it turned out, wasn't her fault at all. A mixture of different feelingswas now brewing in her heart, and she couldn't tell what she wasfeeling.

"Surprisingly, it is your own brother, trying to harm you ..." She frowneddeeply. Although she had heard of similar stories about how brothersfrom those wealthy families ended up turning against each other forwealth and power, but when she heard what Justin said she still found itquite unbelievable. She grew up in an orphanage and did not knowwho her parents were, let alone her sisters and brothers. Shedesperately longed for affection, but never thought that for Justin, suchaffection would be fatal.