You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 178

"No, I'll just get off here." Joyce got out of the car quickly and closed the door behind her.

The big iron gate was usually closed. Outside the iron gate there was a device that could identify vehicles, and then they just used face recognition or password to enter. Inside the main house there was also an electronic switch that could be used to open the door from inside. But today the iron door was completely open. Weird.

She didn't know what was going on inside the main house and didn't want to risk it having the cab driver tagging along.

She walked in alone and ran down the boulevard, her heart gradually racing.

Running all the way to the door of the main house.

Only to see the house door closed, she gently pressed the door handle, and the door was opened. It was not locked actually.

The living room was appallingly quiet. Even the sound of a pin dropping to the ground could be clearly heard.

The sun was setting, the curtains were half closed, the house was obscurely lit, and the air was filled with an eerie aura everywhere.

She looked around and there was no one there, and no one was in the tea room, and the door to Stephanie's room was tightly closed.

Joyce threw her backpack and jacket on the couch and loaded up lightly. She took one step closer, her heart almost in her throat, and she repeatedly took deep breaths, and put her right hand on the gun at her waist.

Get closer, and closer.

Finally, she stopped at the door of Stephanie's room, turning the doorknob with her left hand and holding the gun with her right.

With a bang, she kicked open the door of the room and broke in with a gun.

However, the situation inside was completely to her surprise. There were no thugs at all.

By the luxurious European-style bed, she could only see Stephanie's entire body curled up on the floor motionless, face turned inward.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you? Grandma?"

Joyce hurriedly put away her gun and ran up to her quickly.

The air was extraordinarily quiet, and death-like silence spread all around.

Joyce held her breath, her mind was blank, feeling herself overwhelmed by endless fear. She knelt down, her hands trembling, and she went forward and gently nudged Stephanie, "Grandma? What's wrong?"

Stephanie was motionless, but her body was still warm. Joyce hurriedly turned her over, only to see that Stephanie's face was blue, and there were foams on the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were tightly closed, and the veins on her eyelids looked sinuous and terrible.

Joyce fell to the ground in fear. She trembled and reached out to try her breathing. And she was not breathing at all…

God, Stephanie was dead.

Tears ran down uncontrollably from her cheeks. Her lips shivered, and she was unable to believe what she saw before her eyes.

Grandma was fine in the morning, the new medicine was working and she was expecting her to live a long time. Now in the afternoon, Grandma died... Oh, what could have happened?

"No, Grandma, wake up, don't leave me, tell me what's going on."

Joyce was choking at first, but gradually couldn't stop crying as she went forward and shook Stephanie desperately. It was clear that Stephanie's body was still warm, apparently she had just died. Who could that be, so cruel to kill an old lady?

Joyce rose in anger, and she drew her pistol again, her sad eyes scanning around, trying to find the murderer.

However, there was no one in the large room.

What was all this? What was going on? Could someone just please tell her?

What did this have to do with the strange phone call to her?

The foreboding feeling in her heart was getting stronger and stronger, feeling that there was a huge net thrown at her head, and she felt like falling into an infinite abyss, unable to pull herself out.

And just then, sharp, piercing shrieks came from behind her.

She snapped to her senses, holding her gun at the person coming behind her.

It was Shelly and Jacqueline.

"AHHHH!!!" Shelly glanced at Stephanie, lying on the ground, her grim face clearly showing that she was dead. Then she looked again at Joyce, her gun poised right at her hand, and shouted shrilly.

"You killed Stephanie! You killed Stephanie!"