You Hit My Heart

Chapter 6

with everything she had.“Justin, we’re going to check into the hospital tomorrow.”Justin turned blue and pushed the wheelchair back into the room by himself, and threw the door shut with a “bang”.Just now there was a moment when he rolled within his heart and almost wanted to tell her that he was just pretending with he was playing women, and that he was just angry that she didn’t care about it all.She didn’t understand how much he loved her and how afraid he was of losing her.He was afraid that she would speak up, and even more afraid that she would say something he never wanted to hear.He was not stupid. He understood that she did not love him. It was either sympathy or guilt. Anyway, it was not the love he wanted. All through these two years, it was always wishful thinking of his own in this so called love.But he has nothing left now and really could not live without her anymore.Joyce stood up and bent down to gather up the pieces of the plate.She was distracted and suddenly felt a stinging pain in her finger. She took a look at her hand, and what she saw was blood.At that moment, her phone suddenly rang twice.She took out her phone, her bloodstained fingers swiping through the screen.The first thing that came to her mind was the scene where she got her license with the man, and then his god-like, cool side face. The man was too high up, too far away, and not to be messed with. But she needed money, and Justin needed surgery.She lifted her head and looked at the closed door of the room, her gaze flowing with indefinable emotions.If it was money that she owed, there would eventually be a time when she could pay it off.But what if it was love that was owed? What would she pay back with?President’s Office, 88th Floor, R&S Group Headquarters.Aaron Browning is Luther’s personal assistant.At this point, the people inside were reporting, “President, investigation shows that the people who attacked you that day, most likely OGW. There were no cameras around at the time, and strangely enough, there was quite a bit of sprayed blood on the ground, like they were injured by some kind of sharp object before they fled.”“That’s why they didn’t continue to attack me.” Luther always felt puzzled, that day he was in great danger and leaped into the river, but why did they give up? Were they actually injured by someone?Who would be the person that drove the killers away?“Tracking the blood dripping down their path, we traced it to an underground clinic. But it was already empty. The only clue is the doctor who treated them at the time.”“Do whatever it takes to find this doctor,” Luther commanded.Knowing what injuries the other killer suffered might lead to new clues.“Yes, Luther.”“It was also OGW who gave me that kind of things?”“I don’t think so, need to check again.”“Go ahead.”Luther stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the whole of Khebury from his 88th-floor office. With all the tall buildings around and lights twinkling like stars, he was lost in thought.OGW really didn’t have to give him that kind of stuff, so who could it be?What was used to repel three killers at the same time?That was definitely something unusual.This mystery he must solve, and he always felt it would be the key to finding out what happened that night.Suddenly, he remembered he hadn’t transferred money to Joyce.He picked up his phone, made a few quick clicks, and transferred her half a million.It