You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The face of Christian, the evil-looking man who always wore a black suit, came to Joyce's mind. Joyce couldn't react for a moment, thinking that Christian must have seen the news reports or other sources and knew that she had been put in a detention center.

She never thought that Christian would find someone to protect her in such a place.

“I'm not, I've only met him a few times." Joyce frowned gently and answered truthfully.

"That's interesting!" Vicki's eyes were sharpened. Christian actually owed her a huge favor for a woman he had met a few times.

However, she did find Joyce a few more interesting.

"Make a friend, so we can take care of each other when we go out.” Vicki extended her hand to Joyce and said in a friendly manner. The words sounded as if she was certain that Joyce would soon leave the detention center.

feeling about Vicki and always felt that the

had just met but felt like it was just their fate to meet today. Joyce walked straight toward Lauren, and when she got close,

resentful, staring at Joyce with a deadly glare as if she wanted to

that I framed you and drugged you, but I am also a victim. You think about it, I was attacked and almost insulted, and I sacrificed so much just to frame you? Was it worth it?" Joyce sounded

"I have seen you in jail for so long, always insisting that you were framed. I have to admit that I am beginning to think that there must be something more serious behind this incident and that someone else may have manipulated the whole thing. I have been thinking about it. The drugging part had been so clumsy and easy to detect, and you simply could not possibly drug me and arrange the attack later that night! The police have not been able to catch the true criminal.

I did buy the medicine, but it got lost that night!" Lauren said after a moment of

I can get out and you really did not do it. I'll find a way to find out the truth. After all,

you? You can

you don't have a choice. Why don't you think carefully about what happened that night and if there was anything unusual? Who could possibly know you had bought these pills?" Joyce asked. She sure had thought about it many many times, but she could never think of a thing. After Joyce reminded her,