You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Justin reached out again, and unlike before, this time he held her hand firmly, as if he was afraid she would disappear, and refused to let go. He took a deep breath and his voice was heavy, "I learned about the truth only recently. It wasn't the Mufron shooter who wanted to hurt you back then, he was also framed. In fact, the real killer behind the scenes is my brother, Derrick."

At the words, Joyce was shocked, his words completely overturned her perception.

What she thought was true for a long time was not the case at all. “Derrick? Why would he do that? What did I have to do with him? Why does he have to hurt me?" Joyce wondered.

I was in love with you, and he knew that with my character, I would turn against the Henderson family for you. And he wanted

wanting someone to beat you up, he took advantage of it and hired those thugs to attack you in her name, when in fact their real goal was to take my life when I showed up. Because he knew that once the thugs attacked you, I would never stand by and do nothing. So the killer just used you as bait, and his real purpose was to push me off the cliff. You have nothing to do with what happened to my legs, not your responsibility, and I was not injured to save you. That was simply what I should have suffered. Joyce, I'm sorry. This was originally a power struggle within the Henderson family, but we got

tightly, and even his own hands could not

that destroyed her dream, and her glory. In the end, he was the one who dragged her down. And he had also selfishly occupied her two

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