You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

He knew Luther, who had once been engaged with Charlotte. Moreover, everyone in the country had more or less heard about the name.

Earlier, Cecelia had told him to contact Zora and to keep it a secret. She had particularly mentioned that he should not tell even her family. She gave him Zora's business card and asked him to make a personal rip to meet Zora. That afternoon, he went to Zora's office, but unfortunately, he did not meet Zora.

He thought he would come again early the next morning, but Cecelia had an accident that night.

It was because Cecelia had asked him to keep it a secret especially from her family.

When he saw Cecelia in that pool of blood, he knew Charlotte had pushed her. The first thing he did was to mark both Charlotte and Otis as enemies. It also made him cautious when he made follow-up decisions.

And because he had been to Zora's office, he knew that Luther's office was there too.

So, he made a timed mailing.

After one week, if the crisis had not been lifted, Luther would receive this delivery.

As for the reason why it was not sent out immediately, for one thing, he did not want to be being discovered and intercepted.

he had no idea what had happened to Cecelia, so he dared not

he didn't know what

he had no choice but to hand over the entire phone to Luther. Right now, Cecelia was in a coma and they had been trapped inside the secret hospital for over a

to find out what

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the door to the ICU room and walked over to

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office, dazed. Through the two layers of glass, he could see Joyce's

could see Joyce was so focused on her drawing, she reclined on the painting board