You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"There are still too many unanswered questions. If Rodney was really murdered, why would Charlotte go after her own grandfather, who loved her so much? She should at least have a purpose. Rodney's death at this time would only delay her engagement and she would have more to lose than to gain. In fact, the Heaths are not here today, and the guests are discussing in private. Charlotte did not go to the funeral at the Capital and stayed for her own engagement. People must be talking about it already. I can't imagine why Charlotte would do something that would not benefit her." Joyce grabbed her seat belt to avoid the rush caused by inertia.

“It may not be to get a benefit. Maybe it's out of necessity." Karl cautioned.

"You mean, maybe Rodney found something?" Joyce came to a sudden realization. For some reason, when she thought of Rodney's kind and gentle face and his polite and courteous manners, she always felt upset. He was just fine in the morning, but suddenly perished in the evening. The inexplicable sadness almost made her feel heartbroken. "Hmm. Can't rule it out.” Karl nodded.

"For example, Rodney found out about Charlotte's affair with Ricky? But there's no need for Charlotte to kill Rodney, right? After all, they the Heaths can solve such things internally.” Joyce continued the analysis. "Rodney's death had nothing to do with Ricky. Ricky was at the Capital at the time, that's for sure.” Karl pointed it out.

"Oh, right! I forgot about that." Joyce gave a low laugh, "In the end, you are a criminal police officer, and you remember every detail. Awesome!" "We should. We'll take the side roads now, so we won't be easily spotted.” Karl suddenly jerked the steering wheel again and entered another path, which was getting narrower and narrower. The old green stone brick walls on either side were almost within reach. The plain and quaint design of the houses was as if they had traveled back in time. The strong smell of burning fire had come in through the cracks of the vehicle.

They were almost there.

sat upright and got on

that later. We're almost there.” Karl said and removed the gun from his waist. He then solemnly put it into Joyce's hand. When he touched her skin, his fingers trembled slightly. Immediately, he hurriedly turned his face away, withdrew

"Good."

pistol firmly. The handle was warm, and she could still feel the heat from his body.

alley, "Get out of the car. This place is absolutely undetectable to the

help but admire how Karl drove through the streets

"It's the basics."

and took Joyce's hand, leading her