You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1942: Bright Places Are Better Than Dark Places

Chapter 1942: Bright Places Are Better Than Dark Places

It was evening.

Luther returned home and had already heard about what had happened during the day.

As soon as he walked in, Alisha and Anderson surrounded him, with Alisha even asking for a hug.

Bending down, Luther picked up Alisha, holding her close and booping her little nose, "Is Alisha being good?"

"Yes, Alisha was waiting for daddy to come back." Alisha planted a big kiss on Luther's cheek, "Daddy is back late today."

"Oh really?" Luther raised an eyebrow, looking around, "Where is mommy? Did she come back before me?"

"Yes. Mommy went upstairs to change clothes." Anderson rolled his eyes, "You always come back the latest every day."

"Alright." Luther shrugged, "I promise, next time I'll come back earlier."

Anderson scoffed, "Yeah, right. Men's words are like ghosts. But considering how busy you are with work, coming back every day is already good. Much better than those scumbags who claim to love their children when they're clearly not even home."

Luther, "..."

This kid, always exposed to all sorts of nonsense.

"Watch your words, don't corrupt your little sister." Luther complained.

"Okay, come inside already. It's time for dinner, Grandma insisted on waiting for you. I'm starving." Anderson put his hands behind his back and turned, walking back as if he were an adult. Luther, "..."

He put Alisha down, "You guys eat first, I'll go change and talk to mommy for a bit, then I'll be right down."

"Hurry up, Grandma is waiting for you guys." Alisha bounced into the living room.

Luther went up the spiral staircase and entered the master bedroom, just as Joyce finished changing and was about to come out.

He hugged her, holding her close and taking in her sweet scent with a deep sniff.

Then, he rubbed his face against her neck.

"It tickles." Joyce pushed him away with a smile, "Stop it, you're making me uncomfortable."

"By the way, about what happened today, regarding Munin, you've heard about it, right?" Joyce voluntarily explained, "I talked to Aaron and asked him to give you a heads-up. Munin will temporarily stay downstairs in our building, with the security personnel. You don't mind, do you?"

Luther slightly furrowed his brows, "What could I mind? Besides, you don't have a better arrangement."

"I was worried you might feel uncomfortable, after all, it's a chance encounter." Joyce explained, "I also wanted to hand him over to the police, but it didn't seem appropriate at the moment. This morning, someone shot him in the street. The other party must be formidable."

Luther nodded, "I know, I heard you missed with your shot. Couldn't catch the criminal. Even sharpshooters have off days."

"I didn't miss!" Joyce retorted, "Munin accidentally bumped into my arm, at my level, how could I miss?!"

Luther pinched Joyce's nose and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Kidding, look how worked up you are."

Joyce scowled, "It's a matter of face, of course it needs to be explained clearly."

"Alright, let's go downstairs for dinner, your mom must be waiting." Luther wrapped his arms around Joyce's waist, leading her downstairs.

"By the way, have you told your mom about Munin?" Luther asked.

"Not yet. Do you think it's necessary to tell her? Munin has been staying in an apartment outside all this time, no need to tell my mom. Now that he's staying downstairs, we might bump into him. I'll think about it, maybe I should give my mom a heads-up. Or maybe you're the one thinking ahead." Joyce shrugged.

"Do you think Munin is suspicious? Don't blame me for being cautious, anyone who approaches us. I think it's necessary to investigate thoroughly." Luther reminded, "After all, both of our identities are quite special, and there are too many ill-intentioned people. I still stand by what I said, his appearance was too sudden, and I've always felt uneasy. But I also agree with your approach, keeping him close, in the light. Better than in the dark."

Joyce glanced at Luther, "You must have investigated again, but found no flaws, right?"

Luther didn't deny, "Exactly. His information is flawless, but the more flawless, the more suspicious, isn't it?"

"I'll keep an eye on him, I've also instructed Aaron to monitor his movements. It's just that Munin's body is so weak, I found out when he went to the hospital today, that he has a serious heart condition, has undergone surgery before, and needs permanent care. A long-term patient like him, what danger could he pose?" Joyce's expression slightly hardened as she pondered.

"Oh, really? Aaron didn't tell me about this." Luther seemed surprised, "No wonder he always looks unwell, turns out he has a heart condition."

"I forgot to tell Aaron, Munin suddenly passed out in the morning, and Jamie took him to the hospital for a check-up, which led to what happened later." Joyce explained.

As they spoke, they had already arrived at the dining table.

Cecelia smiled, "What were you two talking so animatedly about?"

"Ah, nothing, just some business." Joyce sat down, "You don't have to wait for us, always waiting. The kids must be hungry."

Luther apologized, "I'm sorry, I'll definitely come back earlier next time."

"As a family, we should eat one meal together in a day. Of course, we have to wait for you. Besides, the kids had snacks in the afternoon, they're not starving." Cecelia smiled as she served them food, "I made the dishes you love today. Come, eat more."

She picked a piece of turbot fish for Luther, "This is your favorite fish. I made it with a different method, added lots of Sichuan peppercorns and vine peppers, it's a bit heavy on the flavor. Try it, see if you like it.' "Thank you, mom." Luther picked up the fish and tasted it slowly.

Suddenly, he furrowed his brows.

"What's wrong? Is the flavor too strong?" Seeing Luther's expression change, Cecelia frowned, "It must be too numbing and salty, I won't make it like this next time."

Luther quickly looked up, "No, it's delicious. It suits my taste, it's great."

Cecelia laughed, "That's good! I'll make it for you again next time if you like it."

Luther smiled as well, lowering his head slightly and chewing the fish in his mouth slowly.

Something was off, he felt really off.

Before, he just had suspicions.

But as he ate Cecelia's so-called flavorful fish.

He realized, it wasn't his imagination.

It was real.

His sense of taste was fading!

Although it was numbing and salty, it tasted bland in his mouth, he couldn't even taste the freshness of the fish.

Could it be? The poison in his body? Instead of being cleansed, it was spreading further?