Babel Novel
Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Sure enough, Justin was missing.
Joyce searched him over and over again, and already checked evrey place in the hospital, asked every
people as much as possible.
Exhausted, she fell to the ground.
The dark clouds covered the moon and the dim streetlights made her shadow extra long.
Justin can't be found anywhere. It's like he's vanished in this world.
The surgery was in tomorrow and Justin was still missing.
She felt frustrated.
Her efforts and the suffering she'd endured for a long time all went down in the drain.
Luther looked at Joyce who was sitting on the floor in front of him.
She huddled and buried her head deep into her knees. Her hair scattered down her slightly trembling
shoulders. Was she crying?
Luther just felt uncomfortable, and Justin had been missing for almost two years.
What happened with Justin? How can she be so sad?
Joyce looked up and took a deep breath. Sitting there, it seemed that she couldn't think at all. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
She did not cry.
There are no tears, because she cannot cry. Her heart is like being stubbed by a knife, feeling infinite
emptiness and confusion.
Luther had never seen her like this before.
With bleak, sluggish feeling, she looks more melancholy at the moment, but with extreme attraction
He can't help but want to love her.
He took a deep breath and resisted his urge to pick her up.
"Is it necessary to pretend to be sad? If your "funder" is gone, you can still find the next one."
He wanted to comfort her, but his words hurt.
He didn't mean it. He was angry about himself and didn't know what it is for.
Why was she upset? Wasn't he richer than Justin, and wasn't R&S Group more powerful than JAXAH
Corporation Bank?
Justin did have the title of a refined nobleman in the upper circles, and there were many celebrities who
were after Justin. He knew his sister is one of them. But isn't he more facially attractive than Justin?
What the hell was he thinking. How could he demean himself and compare with Justin? What a lunatic!
Joyce has long been numb and immune to Luther's sarcasm.
She slowly stood up and patted the dust on her body. Her face was expressionless, "Let's go."
"to where?"
Luther stupefied.
"Go home. Shelly is here today to stay with Grandma for the infusion, right? Grandma must have
already gone home. If we don't go back, Grandma will get suspicious." Joyce rubbed her sore arm as
she walked out.
When she got into the car, she tried to put on her seat belt.
But she found her hands were shaking so much that she pressed the latch several times and couldn't
get it in.
"Let me help you."
Luther's big palm touched her cold hand and pressed it gently. "click" The seat belt was fastened. She
was clearly in pain, but she has to pretend as if nothing was wrong, making Luther feel sad.
She was so close to him that she could smell his ordor that belonged to him.
Her cold hand was suddenly wrapped by his hands.
Joyce instinctively retracted her hand and leaned her body back.
Expressionlessly, she said, "Thank you."
Her detached behavior and indifferent expression disturbed him immensely.
Joyce inclined her head to look out the window, "Don't worry, what happened today will not affect you.
The promise to Grandma, I will fulfill."
She stopped talking. Her eyes looked blankly out the window. The lights and neon glittered, seemingly
far away from her.
Luther pressed down hard on the gas pedal, full of depression with nowhere to vent.