You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1883 Seeing Your Happiness

"That's good," Cecelia's expression relaxed slightly. "Seeing your happiness, only then can | be at ease."

"Mom, we're fine. You go take care of Alisha first, we'll talk later," Joyce said softly.

"Okay, I'll hang up for now," Cecelia smiled as she ended the video call.

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief, leaning towards Luther and reaching out to hold him without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Luther kissed the back of her hand gently, saying, "I mean it, Orik and Dr. Jocelyn have returned, they will find a

solution."

In fact, they hadn't. He lied to her. Orik and Dr. Jocelyn had only found a way to delay, not a substantive solution. As for how long

they could delay, that was also uncertain. But he didn't want to tell her. Also, in the past two days, he had begun to feel a bit weak,

knowing deep inside that his condition might be worsening. But he couldn't let her worry anymore.

Joyce nodded. "Yes, of course. We still have many, many years ahead of us. Until you're tired of me, that is."

Luther smiled, reaching out to pinch her nose. "How could | ever get tired of you? Let alone in this lifetime, not even in the next or

the one after."

After speaking, he gently kissed her lips. Perhaps feeling it wasn't enough, he simply embraced her waist and indulged in a deep

kiss.

At that moment, Anderson cdown from the second floor and upon seeing them embracing and kissing, he pretended to turn

away.

"I didn't see anything. Not suitable for kids," he joked.

Hearing Anderson's voice, Joyce quickly pushed Luther away. "Be mindful, this is the living room."

Luther let go of Joyce. "Understood, my dear wife."

"Don't givethat, you don't live up to what you say," Joyce teased him.

Then, she went to hold Anderson's hand. "Hungry? It's tfor us to eat."

Luther glanced at the dining room from a distance. "Yes, it's all set. Anderson, call Darrin to join us."

A group of people sat down at the dining table.

Today, Luther had arranged for a top-notch Japanese cuisine and a Western chef to prepare an exquisitely luxurious spread.

Joyce served Anderson with plenty of delicious food, and his mouth was soon full.

At the table, Anderson asked, "Can | go back to kindergarten? It's been many days since | went."

Joyce glanced at Anderson. "It's rare that you want to go by yourself. Of course, you can, and Uncle Aaron will be in charge of

picking you up and dropping you off. Do you miss your little friends?"

"Not really, I'm just bored at home. It's nice to be somewhere else during the day," Anderson said as he scooped a spoonful of

dessert, a delicious mango soufflé. Although he kept in touch with Fair, given the tdifference, they couldn't always be online

together.

"It's good that Anderson is beginning to understand the concept of being in a group. He's better than | was when | was young; | had

private tutors and hardly went to school," Luther praised.

"Darrin smiled, with a hint of oddity. No wonder Mr. Warner was so paranoid, difficult to get close to, turns out he was never good at

fitting in since he was young."

Joyce sighed. This was why she had always insisted on sending Anderson to regular schools at his age; interacting with peers was

crucial for his mental and physical well-being. Geniuses could be lonely and needed to actively engage with others.

Luther shot Darrin a stern look. What did that peculiar smile mean?

"By the way, you're going to Rohomes for a special mission. When are you planning to leave?" Joyce asked.

"Ah, Uncle Darrin, you're leaving? Are you coming back?" Anderson was surprised, feeling a bit reluctant. He got along well with

Darrin, and even with the former Kane. It was better than being alone.

"Of course, I'll cback. I'm just going on business," Darrin ruffled Anderson's hair. "It'll be quick."

"Oh, | was just asking," Anderson replied stubbornly.

"Contact Reuben directly, go to him, and let him arrange whatever you need," Joyce said. "And his captain of the guard, what's her

name?" She suddenly couldn't recall.

"Grizela," Darrin took over.

"Oh, right, Grizela," Joyce nodded. "They should be able to assist you, and likewise, we can help them covertly. In any case,

everyone's goals are aligned."

"I heard that the Rohomes heir election has been postponeddue to unforeseen circumstances. The specific reasons are unclear,"

Luther suddenly interjected.

"Postponed? To when? How do you know?" Joyce was taken aback, wondering why she hadn't heard any of this news.

"The specific timing of the postponement is unclear, but | heard there's been a complication. The most likely heir, Clint, might not

be the frontrunner anymore," Luther pointed to his phone. "I just found out about this insider information."

"Could it be related to OGW? Does it have something to do with the recent events involving the Saunders family, implicating

OGW?" Darrin speculated.

"It's very likely, given the longstanding connections between the Rohomes royal family and OGW. It's normal for Clint to be

implicated," Luther nodded.

"Doesn't that mean Reuben could be in danger?" Although Joyce hadn't experienced royal conflicts, she could guess to some

extent. With Clint's ruthless nature and his threatened position as the heir, he wouldn't spare Reuben.

"It's a struggle behind closed doors, the situation is tense. Darrin, you must be extremely cautious on this trip," Luther advised. "If

you need support, letknow in time."

"Alright," Darrin suddenly pictured Grizela in his mind: stubborn and unwavering. If Reuben was in danger, Grizela would be too.

His heart raced, and he began to worry. Suddenly, he couldn't sit still; he wished to fly to Rohomes immediately.

"Commander, Mr. Warner, I'm leaving. I'm not at ease leaving things here," Darrin looked troubled. "After all, Athena's matter

hasn't been resolved. I've had people keep an eye on her; it's been quiet lately. But she discovered issues with the plans in the last

few days. I'm afraid she might retaliate recklessly. When that happens..."

He glanced at Anderson, full of concern.

"It's okay. You go to Rohomes with peace of mind. | have enough people to take over your work. Before you leave, just ensure the

ongoing matters are handed over properly," Luther reassured him.

Darrin looked at Joyce.

Joyce nodded. "The situation in Rohomes is closely tied to OGW, and what you need to do now is equally important. | think we

shouldn't delay; you should leave tomorrow."

Luther raised his glass. "Let's have a drink tonight to see you off, and wish you a smooth journey."

"You must cback soon," Anderson's bright eyes held anticipation.

Darrin was visibly moved and nodded. "I will."

The room was filled with a warm and pleasant atmosphere.