You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1740: Discovering A Trace Of Blood

Chapter 1740: Discovering a Trace of Blood

Four o'clock in the morning is when people are most vulnerable afterfalling asleep. Usually, even if there's movement nearby, one wouldn'teasily wake up.

Joyce was in a deep sleep, and her subconscious told her that thereseemed to be some movement beside her, but she couldn't open hereyes.

She wasn't sure if it was a dream or real, but she felt someoneembracing her from behind. She had been feeling a bit cold whilesleeping, but now she felt warm and secure.

She shifted slightly, wanting to turn around, but it seemed like someonegently caressed her, from her back to her slightly bulging belly, withgentle and tender movements, soothing her to sleep. She was alreadytired and fell into a deep slumber once again.

It had been a long time since she felt this way, as if she had returned tothe past, nestled in Luther's arms, sleeping deeply every night.

Had he come back?

Or was she dreaming?

She couldn't distinguish.

When she woke up again, it was already dawn.

Joyce suddenly opened her eyes and looked around. She was in herown room, and there was no one beside her. The feeling of beingtouched and soothed to sleep last night still felt real, as if it had trulyhappened.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a slight headache.

Although she tried not to show it in front of Luther, she really missedhim. Unknowingly, she had become dependent on him, and he was allshe thought about every day.

Even in her dreams, it was him.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on the pillow beside her. She approached it,looking closer, and noticed that there was a strand of black hair on it.She picked up the hair and, judging by its thickness, it couldn't belongto Anderson. Besides, she had just washed her pillow yesterday. Shehad long hair herself, so where did this short hair come from?

Her eyes brightened, and she took a deep breath. It was Luther. Hehad really come back!

She wasn't dreaming. Luther had indeed slept beside her last night,comforting her to sleep.

It wasn't a dream!

Joyce quickly put on her coat and got up. She hastened to freshen up,went to the living room, and then rushed to the garden, searchingthrough the garage and the entire villa, but she didn't see any trace ofLuther.

At that moment, Mr. Arnold, who had just finished pruning branches,returned and respectfully asked, "Mrs. Warner, what are you lookingfor?"

Joyce pointed outside, "Luther came back last night. Do you knowabout it?"

Mr. Arnold was taken aback and shook his head, "I don't know. Really?I didn't see him when I woke up. Should I check the surveillancefootage to confirm if Mr. Warner came back?"

Joyce nodded, "Okay, I'll go check on Anderson first."

Joyce returned to the living room, and Anderson happened to comedownstairs. He had already finished getting ready and was excitedlyhopping and calling out, "Mommy, Daddy came back last night!"Joyce hurriedly asked, "You noticed it too?"

Anderson nodded repeatedly, "Daddy left a note on my bedside. Lookat it quickly.”

Anderson handed the note to Joyce, and it had a series of numberswritten on it.

"What does this mean?" Joyce asked, puzzled.

“This is a computer code. It's the same as the unique code on theadvanced computer Dad gave me before, but it's not the code for mycomputer,” Anderson explained.

"What's the use of this code?" Joyce squinted her eyes.

"With this code, I can easily hack into this computer, access all theinformation inside, and even remotely control it, knowing every move ofthe other party,” Anderson exclaimed excitedly. "Dad must have givenme a task!"

Joyce looked at the note repeatedly, "Indeed, it's your father'shandwriting. You should try it. Let's see what Dad wants us to do.""Okay," Anderson nodded. "Great, Dad finally came back to see us. Iknew he wouldn't abandon us. He must be tied down by that wickedwoman. Now he's deploying a plan, and I want to help Dad. I willpersonally protect my little sister!"

Joyce gently touched Anderson's head. “We still don't know thespecifics yet. Don't get too excited. Let's take it step by step, and becautious at every step, okay?"

"Yes!" Anderson quickly agreed.

At this moment, Mr. Arnold walked in and reported, "Mrs. Warner, I justchecked the surveillance footage. It's true that a car entered last night.Usually, Aaron is the one who drives it. Mr. Warner did come back andstayed for about an hour before leaving. He left before five in themorning, before dawn."

Joyce waved her handand said, "I understand, you can go about yourduties.”

Mr. Arnold expressed his concern, "Did Mr. Warner leave anymessage?"

Joyce nodded, "Don't worry, I will handle it."

Mr. Arnold sighed in relief, "Thanks to you supporting the entire family,otherwise, I really don't know how to keep things going. Mrs. Warner,you've worked hard!"

“Not at all. It's what I should do, after all, I'm part of the family," Joycesmiled.

Darrin overheard the conversation from outside the door and walked in."Any progress?"

"It's not exactly progress, but Luther came back for a visit and left acomputer code for Anderson. I guess he wants Anderson to monitorthat computer so we can access the information on his end,” Joyceexplained. "You can take Anderson to school as usual. Let's take itslowly with this matter, no need to rush.”

"Alright, leave it to me. You can rest assured," Darrin promised.

After giving instructions, Joyce returned to her room and searchedcarefully, wanting to see if Luther had left any messages for her.

She searched the bedside but found nothing. There was nothing in thebathroom either.

She returned to the bed, inspecting every inch carefully.

Suddenly, her eyes dimmed. At first, she thought she was mistaken, butupon closer inspection, she realized that there was a trace of blood onthe side of the pillow.

Blood?

Where did the blood come from?

She simulated the position of lying on her side. If there was blood onthe side of the pillow, the most likely source would be bleeding from theear.

It couldn't be her own, so could it be Luther?

Was he bleeding from his ear?

How could this happen?

She worried that she might be mistaken, picked up the pillow, andconfirmed it repeatedly. Yes, it must be blood.

A deep concern enveloped her heart. What else was Luther hiding fromher? The inexplicable blood only added to her worries. The excitementthat the news of his secret return brought last night suddenly vanished,replaced by deeper anxieties.

She felt that things were becoming increasingly complicated.