Female Novel
Chapter 1004
On the other hand, Joyce received a call from Luther out of the blue after work.
"Miss Knowles, I'm already on my way back to Khebury. I suddenly remembered something important
and I want you to do me a favor." Luther's clear voice rang out over the phone.
"A favor?" Joyce was a little confused, "What could Mr. Warner possibly need my help with?"
"Can you go to Room Two at Capital Opera at exactly seven o'clock? And I'll have Aaron hand you
something. Then you help me send it to a certain place. I will send you the address later." Luther told
her all the details.
Joyce smiled casually, "You can just ask Aaron to send it for you, so what all the trouble is even for?
Why do you have to ask Aaron to give it to me and then I will send it to a certain place for you?"
It was obviously illogical. What did Luther want?
"Ahem, Aaron is not available. I have other things for him to do. Please help me out, will you?” Luther
said in a nice voice.
"Mr. Warner, I don't know my way around the Capital, so what can I do to help you?" Joyce questioned.
On the other end of the phone, Luther looked gloomy. It was just so hard to fool Joyce.
In the end, for a lack of a better way to say it, he said, "I will not harm you, and I don’t ask for your favor
usually. There must be a reason, and I'll explain it to you when I get back, okay?"
"OK. No problem."Joyce replied grumpily.
Indeed, he never asked her to do anything.
Although it was illogical, she could at least do such a little favor for him.
So, Joyce did what Luther said.
She came to Room Two of Capital Opera at seven o'clock on time.
Unexpectedly, when she had just arrived she heard someone shouting.
"Someone's fainted! Come on, someone!"
She looked over at the sound and saw several people in formal dresses gathering around. Their hands
were pointing somewhere but they dared not to go forward.
She frowned and walked straight up. She then saw a woman lying on the ground. She was wearing a
camel-colored dress, her long hair reached her waist, and her back looked so familiar.
It was not the first time she had seen such a scene.
The woman's convulsing gently when she turned around in pain.
When she saw her face, Joyce drew a cold breath.
It was Cecelia!
Although Cecelia was Charlotte's mother, she had met Cecelia several times and had a very good
impression of Cecelia.novelbin
She was so gentle, handsome, composed, calm and collected.
In her heart, she always wished that she could have such a mother.
Joyce rushed to separate the crowd of onlookers, came forward, and support Cecelia kneeling on the
ground.
"What's wrong with you."
Joyce saw a significant depression in Cecelia's supraclavicular fossa when she inhaled and, judging
from other symptoms, she immediately determined that Cecelia was having an acute asthma attack.
This was not the first time she had seen Cecelia having an asthma attack.
A few years ago, Cecelia asked her to meet her alone at a cafe and when she walked to the door,
Cecelia happened to be having an asthma attack, and she helped Cecelia find her asthma medication
for an emergency rescue.
She never expected to meet Cecelia again after four years.
Surprisingly, what happened in the past repeated itself.
She asked anxiously, "Auntie, your asthma is back, let me get your medicine."
Cecelia nodded laboriously.
Joyce quickly opened the bag Cecelia had brought with her and rummaged through it for all the
medicines.