You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1754: I Love You

Joyce rested her hands on the desk, avoiding eye contact and hanging her head, not wanting others to see her helplessness and disarray. She was human, not a deity, and faced with such a blow, she, too, would feel lost.

Darrin stood not far away, watching Joyce's trembling shoulders. He let out a sigh. He didn't approach to disturb her, leaving her some space to adjust. Anyone would struggle to withstand such bad news.

He asked the female researcher, "Does Mr. Warner often come here?" The female researcher shook her head. "Not often. I've only seen him three times, and the most recent time was a couple of days ago. I can't remember the exact date. You know, as researchers, we work day and night in the lab, so the days blend together.”

Darrin continued, "How does Mr. Warner seem in terms of his physical condition?"

"He seems fine," the female researcher replied. "Microbial effects on the body aren't noticeable during normal times; it's a subtle erosion. Having inhibitors helps a lot, but it's harder to detect during regular times. Unfortunately, Mr. Warner isn't sensitive to the inhibitors, and combined with his unstable emotions, it's difficult to control. However, in everyday life, he's just like any normal person. Only in the end does the illness manifest in symptoms like bleeding, extreme weight loss, and paralysis."

The female researcher suddenly covered her mouth, feeling that what she said was a bit horrifying. She was afraid of scaring Joyce.

Darrin’'s heart skipped a beat as he looked at Joyce. He noticed that her body shrank slightly and her shoulders trembled.

He quickly changed the subject. “Is there any progress with the screening of the microorganisms?"

"Of course, we've made progress. We've been screening tirelessly," the female researcher solemnly replied.

At this point, Joyce finally regained her composure. She gradually propped herself up, stabilizing herself until she stood firmly.

When she turned around, there was no trace of grief on her face, only calmness.

She walked up to the female researcher and calmly asked, “I entrust the screening to your team. I want to know, what else can I do at the moment? This kind of poison was created in a secret laboratory by a warlord. Unfortunately, those who knew about it are already dead." The female researcher looked at Joyce, secretly admiring her powerful composure and self-control. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

identification numbers of the microorganisms used in the poison. The screening process is too slow, like finding a needle in a haystack. It's not difficult to develop an antidote;

you," Joyce said as she walked back to

here today, I hope you won't tell anyone.

female researcher nodded.

and walked away, with Darrin following closely behind. They arrived at the entrance, got into the car they had arrived in, and Joyce fastened her seatbelt. She

we go back

glanced out the window, her expression distant. “It

realizing that Joyce was feeling

who wait, and you can't let yourself fall.” Joyce closed her eyes

ever thought about why Mr. Warner kept this from you?" Darrin asked

and looked at Darrin.

past. Some things should be left to others to handle; you're pushing yourself too hard. Besides not wanting to worry you, Mr. Warner is more concerned about not

matters aside, how can I ignore a life-or- death situation? You don't

Darrin nodded. "Alright."

momentand then took

and asked, "Joyce,

about them, their families, and even the items and books they left at home? Also, any trace of the web pages they visited. I want to gather as much information as possible on the matter. The more detailed and comprehensive, the

spoke quickly, getting straight

the phone for a while. Finally, she asked, "Joyce, is it about Luther's poisoning... and it still hasn't been resolved?" Quick-thinking people always grasp the key points. Cecelia immediately understood the essence of

his body hasn't been neutralized.

care of yourself," Cecelia's voice turned serious.

conversation between mother and daughter was concise, but they both understood what needed to be