Chapter 1740: Discovering A Trace Of Blood
Chapter 1740: Discovering A Trace Of Blood
Chapter 1740: Discovering a Trace of Blood
Four o'clock in the morning is when people are most vulnerable after falling asleep. Usually, even if
there's movement nearby, one wouldn't easily wake up.
Joyce was in a deep sleep, and her subconscious told her that there seemed to be some movement
beside her, but she couldn't open her eyes.
She wasn't sure if it was a dream or real, but she felt someone embracing her from behind. She had
been feeling a bit cold while sleeping, but now she felt warm and secure.
She shifted slightly, wanting to turn around, but it seemed like someone gently caressed her, from her
back to her slightly bulging belly, with gentle and tender movements, soothing her to sleep. She was
already tired and fell into a deep slumber once again.
It had been a long time since she felt this way, as if she had returned to the past, nestled in Luther's
arms, sleeping deeply every night.
Had he come back?
Or was she dreaming?
She couldn't distinguish. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g
When she woke up again, it was already dawn.
Joyce suddenly opened her eyes and looked around. She was in her own room, and there was no one
beside her. The feeling of being touched and soothed to sleep last night still felt real, as if it had truly
happened.
She rubbed her temples, feeling a slight headache.
Although she tried not to show it in front of Luther, she really missed him. Unknowingly, she had
become dependent on him, and he was all she thought about every day.
Even in her dreams, it was him.
Suddenly, her gaze fell on the pillow beside her. She approached it, looking closer, and noticed that
there was a strand of black hair on it.
She picked up the hair and, judging by its thickness, it couldn't belong to Anderson. Besides, she had
just washed her pillow yesterday. She had long hair herself, so where did this short hair come from?
Her eyes brightened, and she took a deep breath. It was Luther. He had really come back!
She wasn't dreaming. Luther had indeed slept beside her last night, comforting her to sleep.
It wasn't a dream!
Joyce quickly put on her coat and got up. She hastened to freshen up, went to the living room, and
then rushed to the garden, searching through the garage and the entire villa, but she didn't see any
trace of Luther.
At that moment, Mr. Arnold, who had just finished pruning branches, returned and respectfully asked,
"Mrs. Warner, what are you looking for?"
Joyce pointed outside, "Luther came back last night. Do you know about it?"
Mr. Arnold was taken aback and shook his head, "I don't know. Really? I didn't see him when I woke
up. Should I check the surveillance footage to confirm if Mr. Warner came back?"
Joyce nodded, "Okay, I'll go check on Anderson first."
Joyce returned to the living room, and Anderson happened to come downstairs. He had already
finished getting ready and was excitedly hopping and calling out, "Mommy, Daddy came back last
night!"
Joyce hurriedly asked, "You noticed it too?"
Anderson nodded repeatedly, "Daddy left a note on my bedside. Look at it quickly."
Anderson handed the note to Joyce, and it had a series of numbers written on it.
"What does this mean?" Joyce asked, puzzled.
"This is a computer code. It's the same as the unique code on the advanced computer Dad gave me
before, but it's not the code for my computer," Anderson explained.
"What's the use of this code?" Joyce squinted her eyes.
"With this code, I can easily hack into this computer, access all the information inside, and even
remotely control it, knowing every move of the other party," Anderson exclaimed excitedly. "Dad must
have given me a task!"
Joyce looked at the note repeatedly, "Indeed, it's your father's handwriting. You should try it. Let's see
what Dad wants us to do."
"Okay," Anderson nodded. "Great, Dad finally came back to see us. I knew he wouldn't abandon us. He
must be tied down by that wicked woman. Now he's deploying a plan, and I want to help Dad. I will
personally protect my little sister!"
Joyce gently touched Anderson's head. "We still don't know the specifics yet. Don't get too excited.
Let's take it step by step, and be cautious at every step, okay?"
"Yes!" Anderson quickly agreed.
At this moment, Mr. Arnold walked in and reported, "Mrs. Warner, I just checked the surveillance
footage. It's true that a car entered last night. Usually, Aaron is the one who drives it. Mr. Warner did
come back and stayed for about an hour before leaving. He left before five in the morning, before
dawn."
Joyce waved her handand said, "I understand, you can go about your duties."
Mr. Arnold expressed his concern, "Did Mr. Warner leave any message?"
Joyce nodded, "Don't worry, I will handle it."
Mr. Arnold sighed in relief, "Thanks to you supporting the entire family, otherwise, I really don't know
how to keep things going. Mrs. Warner, you've worked hard!"
"Not at all. It's what I should do, after all, I'm part of the family," Joyce smiled.
Darrin overheard the conversation from outside the door and walked in. "Any progress?"
"It's not exactly progress, but Luther came back for a visit and left a computer code for Anderson. I
guess he wants Anderson to monitor that computer so we can access the information on his end,"
Joyce explained. "You can take Anderson to school as usual. Let's take it slowly with this matter, no
need to rush."
"Alright, leave it to me. You can rest assured," Darrin promised.
After giving instructions, Joyce returned to her room and searched carefully, wanting to see if Luther
had left any messages for her.
She searched the bedside but found nothing. There was nothing in the bathroom either.
She returned to the bed, inspecting every inch carefully.
Suddenly, her eyes dimmed. At first, she thought she was mistaken, but upon closer inspection, she
realized that there was a trace of blood on the side of the pillow.
Blood?
Where did the blood come from?
She simulated the position of lying on her side. If there was blood on the side of the pillow, the most
likely source would be bleeding from the ear.
It couldn't be her own, so could it be Luther?
Was he bleeding from his ear?
How could this happen?
She worried that she might be mistaken, picked up the pillow, and confirmed it repeatedly. Yes, it must
be blood.
A deep concern enveloped her heart. What else was Luther hiding from her? The inexplicable blood
only added to her worries. The excitement that the news of his secret return brought last night suddenly
vanished, replaced by deeper anxieties.
She felt that things were becoming increasingly complicated.