You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 167

The interior of the residence was extraordinarily luxurious, lined with European-style crystal chandeliers over ten meters high. The walls were inlaid with brownish marble, and in the center of the house was a revolving staircase made of Southeast Asian rosewood.

The curtains in the living room were halfway closed blocking most of the sunlight. The beams of light that made it into the room had added to the house a sense of mystery.

The surrounding silence was appalling, and even the sound of the clock's brass pendulum could be clearly heard.

Charlotte cautiously walked into the living room but didn't even see a single person. As Jacqueline said, Stephanie had asked to see her alone.

A "dang" sound.

The giant clock hit twelve o'clock and made a crystal clear sound.

Charlotte was taken aback, and her heartbeat rose sharply as she covered her chest and looked around nervously. Her eyes fell on a slight open door not far away, and through the veil hanging from which there appeared to be someone inside, and she slowly walked over.

As she approached, a low, stern, cold voice came from inside.

"Come on in."

Charlotte took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and her lips twisted in the curve of a smile that she is always good at.

She pushed open the door, only to see Stephanie sitting upright on the sofa, wearing a light blue dress, cozy yet classy. Although she looked thin, she seemed to be in good health. Her hair was combed meticulously, and looked serious and majestic.

The Stephanie in front of her certainly did not look like she was already at the terminal stage of her cancer.

Charlotte called out respectfully, "Hello, Grandma." She thought about it, but could not think of a more appropriate way to call her. It was better to just call her Grandma directly.

"Please sit down, do you know how to make tea?" Stephanie held out a hand in gesture, pointing to the tea set laid out on the table.

Charlotte nodded hastily, "Yes. I'll make the tea." Since entering the Heath family, she had learned some of the manners of high society, like flower arrangement, tea, golf, and everything essential to a lady her age.

She skillfully boiled water, washed cups, brewed, and then respectfully served the tea.

Stephanie took the cup of tea, carefully tasted some, and slowly said, "The taste of tea is okay, but the person who made the tea was obviously a little impatient."

Charlotte was a little embarrassed to hear such remarks just when she came in. She was nervous, so she had to say, "Grandma, I'll make a new one."

"It's okay, no need. I heard that the Heath family found you at the orphanage?" Stephanie asked.

"Yes." Charlotte replied.

"I've heard that Joyce grew up in an orphanage too. There aren't many orphanages in Khebury, so could it be that you were in the same one?" Stephanie wondered.

"It is indeed the same orphanage. Joyce and I grew up together." The mention of Joyce made Charlotte uncomfortable. The way people had always compared her with Joyce had disgusted her a lot. But she could not show it in front of Stephanie.

"Your mother Cecelia is always so mild, generous and composed, and I like her very much. When she accidentally lost her child, she was so grief-stricken that she didn't care about anything else and spent all her time looking for her child. I also heard about it. These years she ahd really suffered a lot. You have also suffered after the twenty years in the orphanage." Stephanie sighed.

"Yes, Mom had suffered too much looking for me. I will take good care of her in the future and won't let her down." Charlotte sneaked a glance at Stephanie.

The unworldly temperament, and cool eyebrows were just like Luther.

"It's a shame, it's a shame." Stephanie is also looking up and down at Charlotte and slowly shaking her head.