You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 2005: Eavesdropping

Chapter 2005: Eavesdropping

After Mrs. Powell had left,

only Luther and Joyce remained in the dining room.

Luther spoke up, "During the interview, I was well aware of her situation. I know her son is about to enter college. But she didn't mention that he plans to study medicine."

Joyce stirred her soup and slowly said,

"No wonder she's short on money, studying medicine is a huge expense. Without a family background, it's hard to sustain. Mufron's medical school tuition and living expenses for a year amount to seven to eight hundred thousand, even with a full scholarship, it's at least four hundred thousand a year. Adding up the bachelor's, master's, and doctorate programs, it's about eight or nine years until he starts earning as a resident in a hospital. By then, he'll probably be around 40 years old. So, it's already difficult for a doctor to come from a humble background. Mrs. Powell may have this ambition and idea due to her father's originally high education level. Because of family misfortunes, they've fallen into the lower strata of society. Now, they want to work hard and study to return to the middle class. It's understandable. I can understand her thoughts and actions."

Luther agreed, "True, but there's also a risk of being used. So, I'll have someone investigate the people around her son. And also check if there are any unusual funds in his son's accounts. If everything is clear, I can secure a special spot for her son at Mufron's medical school, covering all tuition and living expenses. This way, for the next couple of years, he'll be firmly attached to us."

"Alright. It's all about interests. Let's investigate. Even if she's on the other side, we can find a way to win her over," Joyce nodded.

"I'll keep an eye on the others," Luther finished his breakfast and got up.

"The person you suspect the most is still Mrs. Powell, right?" Joyce raised her head and asked.

"Not necessarily," Luther shook his head, "My gut feeling tells me she might not be the one we're looking for. What about your intuition?"

Joyce rested her chin on one hand, "I can't tell. I'm not sure. I'll observe a bit more. Before the wedding, I won't go to the company, so keep an eye on QR over there for me."

"Alright," Luther nodded, picking up his suit, "Either way, I will investigate thoroughly. I'll be back soon."

With that, he leaned in and kissed Joyce on the cheek.

Then he left.

After Luther had gone, Joyce left the dining room.

Her home security system, Anderson, had been adjusted to connect to her phone, so she could detect any abnormalities immediately. Ever since she received Darrin's call, she had been restless and uneasy.

She paced back and forth in the living room.

Thinking about whether she should tell Cecelia about the matter, she hesitated for a moment and decided to observe for a few more days. Cecelia had returned to the Capital for important matters; it wasn't right to burden her mother again.

The wedding was approaching, and Cecelia would be back in a few days. She could talk to her then.

Joyce walked around the house, looking for details she had overlooked before. If she compared the situation at her home to an iron bucket that water couldn't penetrate and no one could enter from outside, it should be very secure.

So, how was the person lurking around her transmitting information to the outside?

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Joyce suddenly had an idea.

To transmit information externally, there were only two possibilities. One, while at home, sending signals through a specific band to satellites. Two, when outside, there were more available methods.

So, the person lurking around her could either leave to transmit messages or have some kind of device hidden at home.

Picking up her pace, Joyce headed to her study.

She dialed Kane's video call.

Soon, Kane answered, "Sis, it's so late, do you need something?"

It was nighttime on Kane's side, and Joyce asked, "You're not sleeping yet?"

"Your matters are the most important to me. What does sleep matter? Sis, speak up."

Kane grinned.

"Regarding the opening of the branch at Rohomes that I told you about, have you looked into it?" Joyce asked.

"Sis, don't you know how efficient I am in handling tasks? Don't worry, I've already sorted it all out. I can get it done in minutes, with all the staff and equipment ready," Kane boasted, "Our family also has a media center in Rohomes. They're giving me a floor, no big deal."

"Oh, Sis, you didn't even send me the photos of Wilson and Cullen that we agreed on. I knew you'd forget; you didn't take what I said seriously," Kane complained.

"Sorry, I did forget," Joyce apologized. Unexpected situations arose, and she didn't have the time to take photos.

Kane frowned, "Sis, you don't seem to be in a good mood. You look troubled. Did something happen?"

"Well, sort of," Joyce said, "When Anderson made adjustments to my home security system, you were also involved. Can you still remotely control it?"

"Of course, that's my specialty," Kane sensed something amiss and asked cautiously, "Is there another problem?"

"Not really," Joyce downplayed, "I just need you to set up another defense line for me to capture any signals being transmitted from my home."

"Sure, Sis, is someone secretly transmitting information behind your back at home?" Kane was very alert, "If that's the case, it's very dangerous. Do you need me to come over now to help?"

"Not yet. Just come early on the wedding day," Joyce shook her head lightly, "Even if you capture the signal, don't alert the other party. Notify me immediately."

"Got it, Sis, I'm logging off. I'll get to it right away," Kane said before ending the call.

Joyce sat at her desk and let out a long breath.

She stood up, preparing to go to the nursery.

She had promised to take photos for Kane, so she planned to do it now. She also wanted to keep a close eye on Wilson and Cullen; it was best to stay with the children when she had nothing else to do.

As she pushed open the door to the study, she came face to face with Mrs. Brown.

Mrs. Brown seemed to have been standing at the door all along, and Joyce almost ran into her.

Mrs. Brown quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Madam. Did I bump into you?"

Joyce was taken aback but instinctively shook her head.

However, a doubt arose in her mind. She narrowed her eyes, becoming wary. Why was Mrs. Brown standing so close to the door of her study? Could it be that Mrs. Brown had been eavesdropping by the door the whole time? And she hadn't noticed at all.