Female Novel
Chapter 1754: I Love You
Chapter 1754: I Love You
Joyce rested her hands on the desk, avoiding eye contact and hanging her head, not wanting others to
see her helplessness and disarray. She was human, not a deity, and faced with such a blow, she, too,
would feel lost.
Darrin stood not far away, watching Joyce's trembling shoulders. He let out a sigh. He didn't approach
to disturb her, leaving her some space to adjust. Anyone would struggle to withstand such bad news.
He asked the female researcher, "Does Mr. Warner often come here?"
The female researcher shook her head. "Not often. I've only seen him three times, and the most recent
time was a couple of days ago. I can't remember the exact date. You know, as researchers, we work
day and night in the lab, so the days blend together."
Darrin continued, "How does Mr. Warner seem in terms of his physical condition?"
"He seems fine," the female researcher replied. "Microbial effects on the body aren't noticeable during
normal times; it's a subtle erosion. Having inhibitors helps a lot, but it's harder to detect during regular
times. Unfortunately, Mr. Warner isn't sensitive to the inhibitors, and combined with his unstable
emotions, it's difficult to control. However, in everyday life, he's just like any normal person. Only in the
end does the illness manifest in symptoms like bleeding, extreme weight loss, and paralysis."
The female researcher suddenly covered her mouth, feeling that what she said was a bit horrifying.
She was afraid of scaring Joyce.
Darrin's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Joyce. He noticed that her body shrank slightly and her
shoulders trembled.
He quickly changed the subject. "Is there any progress with the screening of the microorganisms?"
"Of course, we've made progress. We've been screening tirelessly," the female researcher solemnly
replied.
At this point, Joyce finally regained her composure. She gradually propped herself up, stabilizing
herself until she stood firmly.
When she turned around, there was no trace of grief on her face, only calmness.
She walked up to the female researcher and calmly asked, "I entrust the screening to your team. I want
to know, what else can I do at the moment? This kind of poison was created in a secret laboratory by a
warlord. Unfortunately, those who knew about it are already dead."
The female researcher looked at Joyce, secretly admiring her powerful composure and self-control.
After thinking for a moment, the female researcher said, "Professor Orik always says that it would be
great if we knew the specific identification numbers of the microorganisms used in the poison. The
screening process is too slow, like finding a needle in a haystack. It's not difficult to develop an
antidote; the difficult part is not knowing who created it."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you," Joyce said as she walked back to Darrin's side, gesturing for them to
leave.
Before they left, Joyce looked at the female researcher and said coldly, "What happened here today, I
hope you won't tell anyone. If I receive any information, I'll come and visit again."
The female researcher nodded. "Understood."
Joyce turned and walked away, with Darrin following closely behind.
They arrived at the entrance, got into the car they had arrived in, and Joyce fastened her seatbelt. She
remained silent.
Darrin started the car and accelerated. He asked, "Shall we go back to the Warner residence or head
to the company?"
Joyce glanced out the window, her expression distant. "It doesn't matter."
Darrin hesitated for a moment, realizing that Joyce was feeling lost at the moment.
He couldn't help but advise, "Commander, being anxious won't help. Good things come to those who
wait, and you can't let yourself fall."
Joyce closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat. "I know. I'm just recalling the entire process
and considering what I might have overlooked and what I can do now."
"Commander, let me be frank. Have you ever thought about why Mr. Warner kept this from you?" Darrin
asked as he drove.
Joyce opened her eyes and looked at Darrin. "Why?"
Darrin let out a sigh. "As a man, I understand. You've already done so much in the past. Some things
should be left to others to handle; you're pushing yourself too hard. Besides not wanting to worry you,
Mr. Warner is more concerned about not burdening you. He will find a way to resolve it."
Joyce weakly smiled. "Other matters aside, how can I ignore a life-or-death situation? You don't need to
persuade me; I know what I need to do."
Darrin nodded. "Alright."
Joyce sat in the car, contemplating for a momentand then took out her phone, dialing Cecelia's number.
Cecelia answered the phone quickly and asked, "Joyce, how have you been feeling lately?"
Joyce responded softly, "I'm fine. Mom, there's something I want you to help me investigate. It's about
the researchers from the secret laboratory who were killed by Otis. Can you find any remaining
information about them, their families, and even the items and books they left at home? Also, any trace
of the web pages they visited. I want to gather as much information as possible on the matter. The
more detailed and comprehensive, the better."novelbin
She spoke quickly, getting straight to the point.
Cecelia was silent on the phone for a while. Finally, she asked, "Joyce, is it about Luther's poisoning...
and it still hasn't been resolved?"
Quick-thinking people always grasp the key points. Cecelia immediately understood the essence of the
problem.
Joyce didn't deny it, knowing she couldn't hide it. "Yes, the poison in his body hasn't been neutralized.
It's a rare microbial toxin that can hardly be detected in the body."
"Okay, I understand. Take care of yourself," Cecelia's voice turned serious. She didn't ask further and
ended the call.
The conversation between mother and daughter was concise, but they both understood what needed
to be done.
Darrin soon drove the car back to the Warner residence.
After Joyce got out of the car, she said, "Go take care of other matters. I want to rest for a while."
Darrin nodded.
Joyce then returned to her room and closed the door.
When she was alone, she suddenly collapsed on the bed, lying flat on her back, staring at the ceiling,
tears that had been held back for so long finally fell, quietly soaking into the pillow.
He had come back, embracing her, but never revealed himself.
Didn't he know how much she missed him?
She took out her phone and stared blankly at the contact list, the three words "Luther" on the screen, a
number she hadn't dialed in a long time.
Suddenly, she couldn't hold back anymore and pressed the dial button.
Accompanied by the ringing tone that lasted for a long time.
When she thought that no one would answer, the call suddenly connected.
Although it connected, there was no one speaking on the other end.
Clearly connected, yet shrouded in silence.
After a long time, as if a vast amount of time had passed, Joyce slowly spoke, her voice trembling
slightly, and uttered just three words.
"I love you..."