Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 955

She paused and asked apologetically, "Mr. Warner, would you mind my nagging? Maybe I should not have keep you for too long." "Why, Rachel, please go on."

Luther put one arm around his chest, "I love hearing you talk about the past, about Joyce."

Rachel smiled, "Joyce's nature, it feels like it comes from her parents. From a young age, she had been a leader, and all the boys and girls in the orphanage always followed her along. Sometimes the kids from outside would bully the kids in the orphanage, and every time Joyce would stand up and throw rocks to chase them away. Joyce was particularly accurate in throwing rocks wherever she wanted and taught them a good lesson. As a result, the children living around the orphanage no longer dared to come and bully the children in the orphanage." Rachel said.

Luther nodded gently. She was a natural shooting talent and throwing stones was nothing but a piece of cake for her.

He then thought of the way Anderson used his slingshot. He had definitely inherited Joyce talent. Just over three years old, he was accurate enough.

"Later, precisely because she was so accurate at throwing rocks and had been so well known because of it, Joyce was selected in a shooting training program. Later, after she attended the training program, she rarely returned to the orphanage. I miss her from time to time."

Rachel said to herself.

"Hey, I always thought that a child like Joyce must have been born the daughter of a big family.

When the Heath family came to look for their lost child, I really hoped Joyce was the long-lost child of the Heath family. She has the innate nobility, whether it was her appearance, temperament, and generosity."

As they talked about it, Rachel shrugged her shoulders and made a helpless gesture.

"Anyway, the DNA test can't lie. It was not her, but Charlotte in the end. And, of course, Charlotte grew up to be a delightful child and she is very articulate."

Rachel sighed, "God must have been joking us."

Luther heard the word Charlotte, his eyes full of disdain. Charlotte? Delightful? She must be pretending.

Very good at talking? Yeah, she was especially good at lying.

"Let's not talk about the past. Oh, when I open my mouth, I always talk too much. Mr. Warner, you need to think outside the box and look ahead. I know what happened to Joyce hit you hard, and it will all be over."

Rachel persuaded.

"Hmm. Thanks Rachel."

Luther didn't say much.

Yes it would pass. He had gotten over it and now he had found Joyce, and his son Anderson.

He was already very satisfied and did not ask for more.

"Mr. Warner, I'll leave you to it then. Thank you again and goodbye."

With that, Rachel bowed again, then turned around and left the back garden of the charity party.

The faint light of the landscape lamp shone around, and Luther stood in the middle of the garden, his vague shadow projected on the ground.

He thought about it.

All along, he also felt that it was not very likely that Joyce would be from some ordinary family when he thought about her talent.

Now that he had this token, he wanted to try to find out something, and maybe he could get something.

Not far away, after what happened between her and Juanita, Charlotte ran out of the lounge in a rage.

She had wanted to get some air in the back garden.

Unexpectedly, she bumped into Luther, who was talking to Rachel ...