Chapter 1215

Cecelia got up, "No, you're just in time. Joyce is awake and we can

leave the safe house."

Joyce also got up and looked at Karl, the corners of her lips slightly

hooked up, "Mr. Gregory, I didn't think you were quite capable.”

Joyce seemed to mean something else.

Karl was momentarily a little embarrassed.

He understood Joyce was referring to the fact that they had put her to

sleep for a whole day.

At that moment, Luther came in from outside and gazed tenderly at

Joyce, "I'm sorry. It's not about him, it's about the sedative I gave you.”

Joyce looked at Luther with a smirk.

“I gave him the medicine." Karl didn't want to hide and readily admitted

it.

Luther walked over to Joyce, "You just finished dealing with Charlotte,

I'm worried that by having you along for the action, you'll be too

mentally stretched, and you're so eager to save your mother that you'll

easily collapse. So ..."

“I didn't say anything." Joyce didn't look at Luther again, but instead

said to Karl, "Thank you, for helping me save my mother."

A trace of embarrassment surfaced on Luther's handsome face.

Cecelia saw the delicate emotions between a few of them and she

advised, "Joyce, the more eager you are, the easier it is often to ruin

the whole game. There is nothing wrong with what they did."

"Hmm. I woke up and was able to see you in front of me safe and

sound. I have nothing but gratitude in my heart."

Joyce smiled faintly.

Outside the window, it was already dark.

The ink-colored night enveloped the land, and the stars shone hazily in

the distance.

Karl said as he raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"The matter has come to an end. The aftermath has been dealt with.

We can leave the safe house, Otis won't dare to look for trouble openly

for now, and everyone is safe. Why don't we all go to my house for

dinner tonight?"

“To your house?" Joyce froze slightly, Juanita was staying at Karl's

house. Anderson was also there, she hadn't seen Anderson for two

days and already missed him terribly.

“Yeah, I got Julia to prepare dinner ahead of time. We'll go together, it's

a bumpy road ahead, but we deserve a good get-together, how about

that?" Karl asked.

"Good, and by the way, we can pick up Anderson today." Luther took

the lead and obliged.

"Anderson?" asked a perceptive Cecelia, whose eyelids jumped aside.

"Oh, Mom, it's your grandson, almost four years old. When I fell off a

cliff into the ocean I was pregnant with him, he and I both survived, and

I named him Anderson," Joyce explained.

"Grandson!"

Cecelia's eyes lit up, at first in disbelief, then in delight.

"Auntie, I forgot to tell you before, sorry.” Luther said with slight pride,

"Anderson is extremely smart and a genius when it comes to

computers. He's also good at shooting. Seems to have inherited the

shooting talent of the Hurley family, too."

"I have a grandson?!" Cecelia's voice was laced with excitement.

Once she had been expecting Charlotte to give birth to a child, and

after Charlotte's miscarriage, she was sad for a long time.

She didn't expect to find her own daughter and have a four-year-old

grandson at the same time.

What a surprise.

“Let's get going.” Karl suggested, "Let's go now, just time a the reunion

dinner at home."

"Good." Joyce smiled.

The group of people then left the safe house.