You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 194

In a temporary dentention cell in Detention Center.

Joyce never thought that she would come to such a place in her life.

As it was late last night when she was brought to the detention center. She was held in a temporary

holding cell with cold stainless steel bars, walls painted with gray latex paint, a simple narrow folding

bed, a gray quilt, and a simple bathroom.

Joyce lays down on the bed and looked up at the humble ceiling, with only a faint glow from a CFL

lamp.

Locked in here without a way to make contact with the outside world, she felt isolated from the world.

Today's series of encounters caught her off guard, but the most heartbreaking thing of all was that

Stephanie had left her forever. She felt as if her heart had been hollowed out. From now on, there was

no one to talk to her kindly and care for her genuinely.

She was thrown back to the old days of loneliness and isolation, afraid to trust others, unable to find Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

someone to rely on, and unwilling to let others into her heart. Why didn't she need concern and

warmth? Thinking back to the brief moments she had spent with Stephanie, she could not help but

replay them in her mind, and tears slipped down her cheeks again.

Only she knew best in her heart that Stephanie died for no reason.

Why did Stephanie leave all of Jacqueline and Shelly's shares to her, an outsider, before she died?

She was puzzled.

She slowly closed her eyes.

She had been exhausted today, and she needed to rest. Tomorrow there were still mroe unknown trials

and tribulations waiting for her, she needed enough energy to cope.

The next day, Joyce woke up to a blinding light and a cacophony of noises.

A female guard came up and slapped the bars, "Joyce, get up! Someone wants to see you! Come on,

come on!"

Joyce sat up and briefly washed up. It seemed that someone had come for trouble early in the morning.

She followed the female prison guard to the parlor. Sure enough, the people waiting for her were none

other than Jacqueline and Shelly, who had no interest in thinking

Knowing that the two of them would come to no good.

"Go ahead, what do you want?" Joyce glanced at them disdainfully, and through the glass window, she

sat herself down. Stephanie died yesterday, she saw no sadness from these two, but interest in her

eyes.

"Joyce, you're in the detention center, you're in such a situation, and you're still so arrogant?" Shelly

slammed the table and got up, looking extremely dissatisfied. The account between her and Joyce a

few days ago had not yet been settled, and she had not found a chance to vent her anger after she

was kicked out of the car project team. This time finally Joyce got into the prison, she could not be even

happier!

"I did not kill anyone. The police will find out the truth, and I don't need to talk to you.” Joyce spoke

straightforwardly.

Shelly hated Joyce's attitude so much and got really angry.

Jacqueline nudged Shelly and gestured for her to sit down; it was important to get down to business

today.

Jacqueline looked down and took a stack of papers out of her briefcase and handed them over through

the gap under the glass partition desk, her face expressionless and cold, "This is the divorce

agreement, you sign it."