You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1092

Meanwhile.

Karl and Luther both drove wildly along.

They went straight to the Military Staff House.

A flash of light could be seen in the sky already.

The darkness before dawn was coming to an end. The sky was beginning to glow.

In the cool morning, the first rays of morning light penetrated the mist and shone on the quiet streets.

"We are almost there. Turn right up ahead. I've been there." Luther pointed ahead.

"I know, Mr. Warner, and don't forget I grew up in the Capital." Karl gave Luther a glance, "I know the way better than you."

Luther shrugged, "I'm just reminding you."

In fact, he was anxious inside and he thought he could calm down by saying a few words.

"Right now it's all guesses with no solid evidence. Although it makes sense, do you think Cecelia would believe it?" Luther propped one hand on his forehead, "I'm not sure, although I've already made her have some doubt in her mind."

"We'll talk about it when we get there. It's useless to think too much." Karl took a deep breath, "Let's take one step at a time and see. Cecelia is not just an ordinary woman, and she must have her own way of judging."

Luther's eyes tightened and hostility surged between his eyebrows, "My grandmother is not an ordinary woman either. Rodney was not an ordinary man back then? Even they were murdered by Charlotte."

In fact, what he hated most was himself.

He failed to see Charlotte for what she really was as early as possible and was deceived. After he finally found out what happened, he was drugged by Charlotte and Ricky and lost his memory.

"It's not the same. They're older and inevitably easy victims. Your grandmother was seriously ill, and Rodney did not even think that his own granddaughter would hurt him. It’s all because our enemy is simply too good at acting. She always pretended to be soft and vulnerable, but in fact, she has a heart of a snake. It's difficult to guard against such a woman. It's understandable."

Karl said, glancing at Luther, "When did you get your memory back?"

Luther paused his breath and sighed, "It's too late. When nothing can be undone, what's the use of that damned memory?"