You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1077

"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."

"It was Charlotte who killed Rodney," Luther slammed his fist into the wall, "Poor Rodney. He died before he could find his 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 and that was why Charlotte could kill him."

"Although at the time, Charlotte had an alibi, 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 it for so many years!" Karl said angrily.

"I thought it was shameless enough for her to take Joyce’s place and pretended that she had saved me, but to my surprise, she even pretended to be the lost daughter of the Heath family. Damn it, she used her status and connections and even used Ricky who worked for her. She did all her evil deeds and killed so many people." Luther's eyes were burning with fire, "I will make her life worse than death."

Karl said, "I've always thought Joyce was a beautiful girl with a great temperament and should have from a big family. It's no wonder that she is the Heath family's daughter, with an innate talent for shooting inherited from the Heath family and the Hurley family. She is the rightful heir to the military."

"Damn it. If he is no longer the son-in-law of 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, anyway?"

From the drawer, Karl took out Luther's phone and watch, "Four in the morning."

"What!" Luther's good-looking phoenix eyes abruptly rounded, "Hell, after all this time, can we still make it?"

"Otis may not know that much about what's going on. I presume at this point he's not a deadly threat to Joyce. Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"Come on, let's go find Cecelia now and talk as we go." Karl stepped forward and opened the door to the secret interrogation room.

"Good."

Luther hurriedly followed Karl and left.