"Since Grandma chose to modify her will before she died, there must be a reason behind it. Grandma died for no reason, and I will not divorce until we find out the truth." Luther stated his attitude on the spot.
Charlotte also heard it clearly, and her face changed.
Find out the truth? She knew best who the real murderer was. The day they found out the truth, won't it be the day of her death?
She could never let them know about the truth and Luther would never get a divorce?
"Luther, the Heath family wants to see you. Rodney will meet you personally. Cecelia and I have agreed on a time, the night after tomorrow, and we will go together. At least there should be an explanation." Jacqueline wanted to use the Heath family to suppress him.
Luther's thin lips curled up, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'll make my attitude clear to Rodney in person."
As he spoke, his eyes glanced over to Charlotte, who had always pretended to be clueless.
The eyes were so cool, without a trace of temperature.
Charlotte's heart was half cold. His indifferent attitude to her was not as grateful and indebted as before. Probably he just wanted to repudiate the marriage contract in person.
At that moment, Joyce returned to the lounge from the bathroom.
Having just thrown up, she looked pale and her lips had lost their blood.
Luther saw the difference in her and nervously stood up and walked over to Joyce, asking with concern, "What's wrong with you? Did the wound crack again? Does it hurt? Here, let me see."
As he said that, his long arm had already swept her to his side, trying to lift her coat to check the wound.
His mind was all on Joyce, completely forgetting that there were other people in the room.
Joyce glanced at Jacqueline, and Shelly, and their eyes were like knives stabbing at her, not to mention Charlotte was still there.
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