Female Novel
Chapter 238
The Heath family.
Charlotte had been in an unusually irritable mood since Jacqueline and Shelly's arrival yesterday.
Ricky went out on an errand, and she knew he must be there to handle the follow-up. Although she
trusted his ability, she was still worried.
Cecelia and Rodney returned to the Heath family from the Capital yesterday afternoon and, upon
learning of Stephanie's accident, took Charlotte with them to the mourning hall set up by Luther in the
city to pay their respects and send a wreath of sympathy.
There were many people who went to offer their condolences, and the scene was so big that wreaths
were placed all over the aisle and hall.
Rodney and Stephanie were of the same generation. Although he was old, the two families had beennovelbin
close friends, and he went to the mourning hall to offer his condolences in person. When he returned,
he was overwhelmed with sadness and locked himself in his room, sulking for half a day and not
talking.
Cecelia was also very sad and complained that she did not visit Stephanie in time, and when she
wanted to see her, it had been something impossible.
The entire the Heath family had been in a low-pressure atmosphere since yesterday.
It made Charlotte very uncomfortable.
She knew that today was the day Stephanie was buried.
She didn't see Joyce at the city cemetery yesterday, nor did she see Luther, and she guessed that
Joyce would be going to the cemetery today to see Stephanie one last time. The thought of Luther
taking Joyce to a funeral where only a very few close relatives can go. She was extremely jealous.
In Luther's heart, he already considered Joyce as the closest person.
Charlotte sat on the living room couch, her eyes focus-less, her mind drifting, doing nothing.
She simply turned on the TV and flicked through it aimlessly.
She switched channels at random.
Suddenly, the TV screen showed a live broadcast of a funeral.
Cecelia passed behind Charlotte and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the TV screen and said,
"Wait, don't change the channel yet."
Charlotte stopped numbly, she had no desire to watch TV.
It was only at this moment that they found out that it was actually broadcasting live from a private
cemetery.
She couldn't help but sit up straight and listen carefully.
"Hello everyone, behind me, here is Khebury's most expensive private cemetery, where we meet the
long-lost president of the R&S Group, Mr. Luther, and his wife Joyce, who is under suspicion of murder.
Let's see the latest developments!"
Then, the screen showed Luther’s cool, handsome face. Although he looked a bit tired and sad, that
would in no way affect his handsomeness.
His handsome chiseled features, sword eyebrows, almond eyes, faint sadness, in the mist of smoke
and rain, looked just enchanting.
She looked almost obsessed; her mind was all occupied by him.
However, the next words he uttered, however, were like a heavy blow to her heart.
"She is not. I believe that soon the police will find out the real murderer. Please ask the police about the
progress of the specific case."
"No reason is needed. I trust her unconditionally!"
"I will follow my grandmother's will. This is a reflection of Grandma's true intentions."
"We love each other and will not divorce."
The live broadcast ended with his solemn look, as if he was saying a vow of the most sincere love in
this world.
And she just saw Luther escorted Joyce all the way to the car, and finally both left the sight of the
reporters.
Then the reporters said excitedly, "Just now, I believe you have all seen. President Luther is very
confident in his wife, firmly believe that the murderer is someone else. Luther personally came out
today to dispel the rumors, and the couple looks very good. The rumors are not true and they are not
going to divorce. We expect the police will have further findings, and that's it for today's live
broadcast…"