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.
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