Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1672: I'd Rather Die

Chapter 1672: I'd Rather Die

Suddenly, she let out a scream.

It was Luther who had finally come to his senses and pushed her away. He flipped her wheelchair

directly, and his handsome face couldn't hide the look of disgust. He brushed off his sleeves, wishing

he could just take them off and throw them in the trash.

Athena was completely overturned, her wheelchair crooked on the smooth marble floor, and she lay

awkwardly on the ground.

When she landed, her shoulder hit the ground, the arm that Joyce had hit her. The wound reopened at

this moment.

Fresh red blood instantly soaked her light-colored princess dress, revealing a hideous appearance.

The pain made her unable to hold back her expression, and she became distorted.

However, Luther's next words were the most lethal blow to her, as if pushing her straight into hell, never

to be able to turn over again.

"Together with you? Ha." Luther sneered, his eyes like ice, cold to the bottom of his heart.

He said each word clearly, "I'd rather die."

He turned around and wanted to leave. Rather than waste time talking to her here, he would rather use

all his abilities to find Iris. As long as she was in Pascaylia, on Khebury's turf, he didn't believe he

couldn't find a trace of her.

What Athena could do, why couldn't he?

"Brother Luther."

Athena never expected to face such a life-and-death decision. Luther didn't hesitate to choose death

over being with her, which was a huge blow to her.

She struggled to rush forward and hugged his leg, "Why? Why don't you even care about your own

life? What's so good about Joyce? Is she worth it? Am I not as good as her? Am I not as beautiful as

her? Am I not as capable as her? I have all these things!"

She couldn't understand. She had a powerful background, with organizational strength no less than

that of a warlord.

She was pretty and universally recognized. When men saw her, their eyes couldn't move away.

Luther stopped in his tracks.

He turned back and looked down at her, his voice cold and without warmth, "Don't compare yourself to

her, are you even worthy? You can't even compare to one of her toes. What's the use of being pretty if

your soul is ugly? I advise you to accept psychiatric treatment."

"Do you really not want the antidote?"

Athena persisted, still holding onto him, almost begging him. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"You will die without the antidote."

Of course, everything she had done wasn't to see him die. She hadn't gotten him yet, how could he

die?

Luther kicked her down to the ground, his chest filled with anger. The pain in her shoulder was

unbearable, but she couldn't feel it anymore. Even the pain stimulated her madness at the moment.

The black-clothed people around her came forward, and two of them helped her back into the

wheelchair.

After her anger subsided, Athena's emotions had calmed down. She straightened her clothes,

smoothed her sleeves, and touched her long earrings. The twisted expression was replaced by an evil

and sinister smile.

Luther had already walked to the door, and he was about to push it open.

A clear voice came from behind, "Brother Luther, don't be in a hurry to leave. You can spare your life,

but can you ignore Iris's life?"

She clapped her hands, "Open the curtain and let him see."

She turned to the black-clothed people and ordered, "Yes, Miss."

Luther froze. Could it be?

When he turned around, the huge curtain in the main hall slowly rose, connected to a room next door,

which was almost transparent, surrounded by explosion-proof glass. As the curtain rose, the inside

gradually revealed itself.

He held his breath, vaguely knowing what was inside.

His heartbeat accelerated.

Inside the huge glass room, there was a soft carpet on the floor, and a children's bed in a dreamy pink

color. All kinds of toys were placed everywhere.

Looking from afar, a little girl was sitting on the ground, playing with a stuffed toy.

She had her back turned, and from behind, she looked like a soft and adorable ball. She was extremely

cute.

Luther's heart stirred, almost blurting out, "Iris!"

He rushed forward two or three steps, running to the glass partition and shouting loudly, "Iris, Iris."

At this moment, Iris happened to be playing with her toys and turned around.

She was very beautiful, carved from pink jade, with big eyes, black pupils that seemed to reflect the

image of a person, and every feature was very delicate. She was like a replica of him.

Almost at a glance, he knew that this was his daughter. She looked so much like him.

All kinds of emotions rushed up in his heart, histhroat even felt hoarse.

This was great, Iris was still alive. He thought he would never have a daughter again, but he never

expected Iris to be the greatest gift from heaven. He thought Iris had disappeared, but after four years

he received such good news.

His long-standing guilt and debt were finally resolved at this moment.

Iris moved over, and she was still alive.

How joyful Joyce would be if she knew? How excited would Anderson be if he knew?

He tried to reach out and hug Iris, but unfortunately, there was a glass partition between them.

However, Iris did not run towards him, but towards Athena. Although separated by glass, he could see

Iris's mouth clearly. She shouted, "Mommy, mommy!"

Luther almost turned to stone.

Iris called Athena mommy!

Athena looked at Luther triumphantly, "You see, Iris is so cute. I really like her. I will treat her as my own

daughter. The three of us together, do we not look like a family of three?"

She climbed onto his arm again, "Brother Luther, we are a family. From now on, the three of us will

never be separated, okay?"