He sighed, "How nice it would be to know exactly which secret hospital Cecelia is in. Now that the communication inside the military is all cut off and no news can be sent out, there is really nothing we can do."
Luther gently patted Karl.
"There has been progress, so we must not rush. I am sure there will be a turnaround."
Karl let out a long sigh, "Hopefully."
"By the way, when I was on my way out today, I slipped my tongue." Luther wrinkled his eyebrows and reminded, "I told Joyce I was getting out to meet with you. We have to think of a reason, in case she asks why we met. Look, how about saying it's because of the death of Mr. Walsh?"
Karl slowly turned his head and gazed steadily at Luther.
Half a minute later, he said, "Let's put her off with that. But I have a feeling that, with Joyce's intelligence, she's not far from guessing the truth."
Luther frowned deeply.
Yes, he slipped my tongue, and if Joyce followed the trail and found the truth ... If she knew that he had long known her identity, what would she do?
"We have gone this far, and we can only wait and see how the thing will play out. It's useless to think about it too much." Karl shrugged his shoulders, and he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "It's getting late, and you should hurry back. I'll continue to check all the people on the list. I'll email you a copy when it's done."
"Good. We can talk about our next step later." Luther picked up his jacket that was draping on top of the couch.
As he walked to the door, Karl suddenly called out to him.
"Wait."
Luther looked back.
Karl's expression at this moment was extraordinarily serious and earnest.
"This time, no matter what, you have to protect her."
Luther’s heart sank to the bottom. He knew it. The last time, he did not protect her, and she fell into the sea and went missing for four years.
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