You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"So, at first Rodney had actually suspected Charlotte ... But why? Did he..." Karl looked at Luther with confused eyes as if he had remembered something.

"The old Mr. Heath was killed exactly that day when he fell down the stairs of his house, as you can imagine. And we still have no idea what happened back then.” Luther said, his eyes flashed a stern look. "Rodney didn't fall to his death by himself at all.” Karl narrowed his eyes, and countless cold light refracted from his eyes, "I suspected Rodney was murdered back then, but I never have enough evidence so I was unable to intervene in the internal affairs of the military.”

He paused, “I remember very clearly the wound on the back of Rodney's head. Clearly he fell backwards and was pushed down the stairs.”

own granddaughter. Goddamn it. Rodney had been on the battlefield all his life. He must have been caught off guard, and he had been so old

I believe that she must have used some means to avoid surveillance and eliminate her traces from the scene. That's why she could get away with it. Damn, she has got away with

Luther's eyes were burning with fire, “I will make her life worse than death.” Karl said, "I've always

the Heath family, Otis is just a nobody. Where the hell did he get Joyce? Damn it!" Luther paced back and forth impatiently, "And what time is it,

took out Luther's phone and watch, "Four in the morning." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt

after all this time, can we still make

that much about what's going on. I presume at this point he's not a deadly threat to Joyce. Let's not get