His face was extraordinarily heavy, and he could not hide his exhaustion.
Julia was lying quietly in bed, her face slightly white, her expression peaceful, her body poorly connected with many tubes and various monitoring instruments.
Joyce covered her lips, and her sour, dry eyes finally shed tears.
Karl glanced up to see them and he spoke, his voice hoarse, "You're here, sit down."
Luther walked over to Karl and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll contact the brain specialist at Mufron, it'll be fine. Cecelia is awake too, and Julia is young and recovering fast, she will be awake soon."
"Hmm." Karl nods his head.
He gently stroked the back of Julia's hand and blamed himself, "I'm to blame, blindly confident. I thought it was seamless and watertight. I didn't expect that the slightest omission of details would still let others exploit the loopholes."
Joyce choked back a sob, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. You didn't have to get involved in my business at all. ..."
Karl suddenly interrupts.
"How can you think that? By the nature of my profession, I am supposed to surround myself with bad guys to the end. If I turn a blind eye and a deaf ear, I am the one who is negligent in my duty. Even without your business, sooner or later, I will still get into trouble with Otis . If you think so, I think Julia, who is lying in bed, will also be angry. Otherwise, why would she risk her life to protect Andres?"
Joyce was silent.
She didn't say another word; it had happened. She couldn't let Julia down.
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