You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1958 Reigniting Determination

Chapter 1958 Reigniting Determination

Anderson was straightforward, "Mom, don't hide anything from me. I heard everything you and Dad talked about on the restaurant terrace. I had suspicions before, today just confirmed them. Dad has been poisoned, it's very dangerous, he's close to dying, right?"

Joyce was at a loss for words for a moment, Anderson was too young. To suddenly make him face such a harsh reality, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Anderson, it's not as serious as you think. Dad won't die. There will be a way, look, Mom has been trying her best," Joyce tried to explain.

"Mom, you don't need to explain. I've never seen you like this before, I know how serious it is. I must tell you, I've peeked at your computer. What are you looking for? Do you need to use a large database?" Anderson asked, "I want to help, let me help you. After I made changes to your program, the speed can improve a lot."

"Anderson, these are adult matters, it shouldn't be your concern. Trust Mom will replace a way," Joyce didn't want Anderson to intervene, he was just a child. Children should be doing age-appropriate things. "Mom, if you have a way, why are you looking so worried? Would you cry secretly? Mom, don't deceive me, even though I'm young, you can treat me like an adult. I understand everything," Anderson insisted, "Now that I know, I can't pretend not to know. We have to figure out what's going on. I want to help too."

Joyce couldn't say anything more, Anderson's mental age was different from others.

"Alright, I'll tell you."

In resignation, Joyce had to tell Anderson everything about Luther's poisoning, the efforts of the biology team to develop an antidote, including Athena's possession of a useless antidote. She told Anderson everything, without sugarcoating.

"In short, I'm still searching for the secret lab researchers who were harmed by Otis, the data they left behind, the web pages they visited, any information that could be related. I can't afford to miss anything," Joyce pointed to the thick stack of documents on the table, "These were given to me by Grandma. I searched for a long time, initially thinking that the two professors had successfully developed an antidote, I relaxed, took a break in the middle. Now I'm starting over, time is indeed running out."

"Does Dad have no taste?" Anderson asked.

Joyce was very surprised, "How do you know?"

"I observed, several times he misspoke. That's unlike Dad's character." Anderson's expression showed a rare seriousness, "Mom, I don't know if you noticed, Dad's vision might also be affected." "How could that be!" Joyce stood up abruptly, she hadn't noticed, "How do you know?"

"Intuition. In the last two times, I saw Dad using the computer, he pressed the wrong keys. There's only one possibility, unless his vision has a double image, otherwise it's impossible," Anderson furrowed his small brow, "Mom, time is tight now, let me help you."

Joyce's nose tingled, her eyes moist, "Anderson, it's Mom's fault. Mom didn't expect things to turn out like this... In case, Mom is saying in case, Mom is really sorry to you and your sister."

"Mom, you have to pull yourself together. Just like before, when it was just the two of us together. You have never been defeated by anything, you could before, and you still can. In my eyes, you will always be the strongest Mom,"

Anderson spoke with shining eyes, with a determination beyond his age.

"Mom, let's work together. I don't believe fate will treat us like this. We finally reunited as a family, finally got rid of Athena, finally your daughter and us came together. I firmly believe it won't happen, there must be a way. We just haven't found it yet," Anderson nodded vigorously.

At that moment, Joyce was moved.

She never expected that in her weakest, saddest moment, the one who could inspire her would be her young son. She suddenly felt ashamed. Yes, how confident and assertive she used to be, never indulging in self-pity. Even in the most difficult times, gritting her teeth and solving one thing at a time, she always succeeded.

Now, she found herself frowning every day, burning with anxiety inside, how could she do things well?

If she could stabilize her emotions.

Maybe there could be a breakthrough.

She was inspired.

She suddenly felt energized, she grabbed Anderson's arms excitedly, "Anderson, you're right. Blaming won't help, being sad won't solve anything. You've woken me up. I need to go through everything from start to finish. There must be something I overlooked. Nothing can disappear without a trace. There must be something, I just overlooked it."

Anderson nodded again, he threw himself into Joyce's arms, "Mom, let's think together now. And, about the big data you're using. Let me install an acceleration program for you, it can make it faster." "Okay," Joyce hastily brought a chair for Anderson to sit.

She felt like she had found her old self again, no longer lost, no longer blaming fate.

She was Joyce, she was the sharpshooter who could measure to 0. 01 millimeters accurately, she was the military dictator, she was the wife of a billionaire. She had four children. She couldn't let herself be mentally defeated. Taking a deep breath, she reignited her determination.

The mother and son sat together in front of the computer, working in unison, starting their research.

On the other side.

Cecelia and Luther went out together.

Cecelia was thoughtful and considerate, she drove herself.

In the car, Luther said, "Mom, please stop at the intersection ahead, I need Mr. Baldwin to get off. I have to sign the will. Joyce found out about this in the morning, she was very angry. I promised her I wouldn't mention the will again. But, Mom, I hope you can understand. This is something I have to do, I can only keep it from her."

Cecelia frowned, she stopped at the intersection ahead.

"Luther, I know the ins and outs of your poisoning. I've also noticed your current condition. I don't know what I can do for you, but whatever decision you make, I will support you," Cecelia nodded. Because of a phone call in advance, Mr. Baldwin was already waiting on the roadside.

Luther rolled down the window, Mr. Baldwin respectfully handed him the document he didn't sign in the morning and gave him a pen.

Luther had already read it in the morning, this time he quickly signed it.

Two copies.

He handed one to Mr. Baldwin.

The other he gave to Cecelia, "Mom, you keep this will."

When Cecelia took it, she felt the weight in her hands was heavy.