Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1661: Who is the Real Target?

Chapter 1661: Who is the Real Target?

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Luther and Joyce rushed all the way and arrived at the Manderson Hospital where Joyce had given

birth.

Upon arriving at the hospital, they discovered that the doctors and nurses who had been responsible

for treating Joyce had been transferred to another hospital.

After inquiring about their current location, Luther and Joyce immediately headed to the hospital where

they were now working.

Fortunately, both of them were on duty today.

The doctor clearly remembered Joyce and recognized her immediately.

After repeated questioning, the doctor finally revealed the truth to Joyce.

"When you gave birth to the twins, the boy was very healthy, but the girl had a weak breath and had to

rely on instruments and various nutrient supplies to sustain her life. We determined that the chances of

the girl surviving were not more than 5%, and she wouldn't live past two years. So Mr. Ballard, after

much consideration, chose to tell you that the girl was stillborn," the doctor explained.

The nurse added, "Mr. Ballard's intention was to spare you further distress, as you were in poor

condition at the time. He didn't want you to suffer even more. Long-term pain is worse than short-term

pain. If he had given you hope and then shattered it, it would have been cruel. Especially for you."

The doctor continued, "In fact, Mr. Ballard's judgment was correct. The girl held on for over three years

but eventually passed away. Mr. Ballard personally came to bury the child."

Joyce took a step back heavily, but luckily Luther held her firmly, trembling as she asked, "So, Iris is

really dead?"

The doctor nodded.

Joyce felt her vision darken, and everything became blurred.

She hadn't held much hope to begin with, but seeing the empty grave, a glimmer of hope had risen

within her. Now, it had been mercilessly shattered.

She felt her steps falter, leaning on Luther's embrace, unable to move.

She could understand Christian's actions.

To abruptly let her know the truth, when she couldn't bear the shock. If after three years of waiting, she

still couldn't save Iris, she would truly collapse. She would hate even more.

At this moment, Luther remained somewhat calm.

He held Joyce tightly, trying to keep his voice steady. "Doctor, did you personally witness Iris's

heartbeat stopping?"

The doctor hesitated. "No, because I wasn't in charge at the time. But everyone in the hospital said the

same thing."

"When were you transferred?" Luther asked.

His intuition told him that something was off. Why were all the doctors and nurses who had been

responsible for Joyce transferred away?

"Were you transferred voluntarily?" Luther added.

The doctor shook his head. "I didn't want to come here at all. The medical facilities are poor, and it's far Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

from my home. I can only drive back once a week, which is very inconvenient. But I had no choice; the

higher-ups wanted me to leave. What could I say?"

The nurse chimed in, "That's right, that's right. I want to be transferred back too. I don't even know who

I offended to be sent here."

Luther and Joyce exchanged glances. Something was definitely not right.

It seemed like someone was manipulating things.

"So, you didn't personally witness Iris's death, is that correct?" Joyce asked to confirm.

She looked cautious, afraid of being struck again.

"Well, you could say that. But it should be correct. Afterwards, the intensive care unit for Iris was

disbanded. I never saw the child again," the doctor recalled.

At this moment, Joyce's phone rang.

She took out her phone and saw that it was Darrin calling.

"Answer it. There must be results," Luther became nervous and urged her.

Joyce's hand trembled as she pressed the answer button.

After connecting the call, she switched to speakerphone, and Darrin's voice came through.

"Commander, the results are in. The DNA doesn't match. This isn't Iris's ashes."

Upon hearing this, Joyce visibly relaxed.

Luther also breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't Iris's ashes, just as they suspected.

This matter became even more bizarre.

Joyce felt her whole body go weak, and her legs lost strength.

Luther held her and said, "Doctor, thank you for your answers. My wife is pregnant and can't handle too

much stress. I'll take her back first. If we have any further questions, we might come to you again. Rest

assured, once everything is resolved, I will do my best to help with your work issues."

The doctor and nurse expressed their gratitude. "Thank you so much. If you have any questions, feel

free to come find us. If I remember anything, I'll contact you promptly."

"Very well," Luther nodded. He carried Joyce back to the car they came in.

"I'm fine, let me down. I'm just feeling a bit dizzy," Joyce grabbed his sleeve.

In times like these, she couldn't be strong. She was fragile and needed someone to rely on.

"I'll carry you to the car to rest for a bit," Luther carried her to the back seat and gently kissed her

forehead.

"I understand how you're feeling right now. Don't think too much. I'll take you back to rest first. I'll go

back to the previous hospital and inquire about it."

"Okay," Joyce nodded.

With so many overturning messages, it was heaven one moment and hell the next. She couldn't bear it,

and for the sake of her two children in her belly, she shouldn't endure this roller coaster of

psychological torment.

She shouldn't hold too much hope. She should wait patiently for Luther's news.

After all, it had been four years, and she shouldn't expect miracles.

Now, she just wanted to find out the truth.

If Iris was really dead, why did Christian put fake ashes in? As the grave worker said, even if the child

was too small and there were no ashes, they could have created a symbolic grave mound. It didn't

make sense to put the ashes of a stranger in, completely illogical.

Unless even Christian didn't know.

Who was behind it all, even hiding it from Christian?

Where did the fake ashes come from?

Why did they do this?

What exactly did the other party want to conceal?

If everything was fake, and even the doctor didn't witness Iris's death firsthand...

Could she dare to hope again?

Joyce rubbed her temples, her headache worsening. Her thoughts were in a tangle. No, she couldn't

keep indulging in these random thoughts.

Anything that seemed unreasonable would eventually have a reasonable explanation.

Luther drove and took Joyce to the hotel where they were staying.

Coincidentally, Darrin had also arrived.

Luther handed Joyce over to Darrin, instructing, "She needs rest. Take care of her and order some food

for her. I'll go to the Manderson Hospital again. Don't tell anyone about what happened at the

graveyard until we have a result."

"Understood," Darrin nodded.

Joyce tugged at Luther's sleeve. "Call me as soon as you have news."

"Yes, of course," Luther leaned down and gently kissed her cheek.

Darrin saw it and averted his gaze uncomfortably.

After Luther left, he headed straight to the hospital where Joyce had given birth.

He had a feeling that all the answers would be there.

The doctors being inexplicably transferred, the ashes being switched. What was the real purpose

behind it all?

Who was the real target of this whole situation?