Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1192

The bullets were almost silent when they were fired.

When the "bang" sounded, Luther's long body slowly fell backwards.

The swirling flawless snowflakes were dancing like beautiful butterflies suddenly gathered and scattered.

He fell heavily to the ground in the light and streaking snowflakes.

In the chest, a shot was fired right where the heart was, and the burnt fabric of the coat formed a black hole.

He was motionless, lying on the ground, his handsome face pale, his eyes closed.

After the gun went off, at first Charlotte couldn't believe it. She cautiously walked up, crouched down, reached out, went to probe for breath, and felt nothing at all ... The surroundings were so quiet.

She was shocked, backed up a few steps, and then, she laughed uncontrollably. The laughter was too harsh, and even the snowflakes were dancing wildly.

She laughed out in tears, "Haha, Luther is dead, he's dead. How wonderful, I have no regrets!"

"Joyce, you are so cruel. How can you kill someone you love so much. You are much more ruthless than I am."

Joyce's other hand rested on her wrist holding the gun, trembling so violently that she couldn't control it.

"Cut the crap and tell me, where the hell is my mother?!"

Charlotte looked happy, "So what if I tell you? You can save her alone? For Cecelia's sake, I'll tell you, she's in a secret hospital on Hill 372. Hahaha. Without the coordinates, you'll never find it. The military has a dozen secret hospitals, all with classified locations."

Hill 372.

Joyce was relieved that she finally knew the address.

"Joyce, it's useless. You can't save Cecelia," Charlotte glared at Joyce mockingly, "the Heath family is gone, the power has been taken away by Otis, just you? You can't turn it around! You can't play Otis!" "Luther is dead, no one can help you. Joyce, you are really stupid, you really killed Luther, you are simply stupid. No wonder you all got played by me."

"Hahahaha. Why don't you go beg Otis and become his plaything and you have a taste of what I have suffered. If you make him comfortable, maybe he'll consider keeping Cecelia alive."

The more Charlotte talked, the more excited she became. She coughed repeatedly, coughing up blood.

"You have nothing left, the broken the Heath family, I don't want it. What will saving Cecelia do? Luther is dead, and you killed the man you loved with your own hands. You have nothing to gain." "Great, hahahaha, you end up like me and get nothing. That's the result I want."

"Joyce, since the orphanage, you have been overpowering me and superior to me in every way. I worked hard, but I ended up with nothing. But it doesn't matter, now I've won, I've completely won you! Haha, great, I won, I won."

"Cecelia, Rodney, General Ralph, Luther, they are all dead. And you, you should die too!" Charlotte's eyes were bloodshot as she rushed towards Joyce.