Chapter 1964 Being Prepared


    Chapter 1964 Being Prepared


    Three days had passed.


    During this time, Joyce and Anderson worked together to search for information, significantly


    increasing their efficiency. In a short amount of time, they had gone through everything, although


    they didn''t have any leads yet, everything was organized. They were ready at a moment''s notice for


    any new discoveries.


    This morning, Anderson and Alisha went to school as usual.


    After staying upte every night, Anderson fell asleep as soon as he got on the car.


    Seeing this, Joyce felt sorry for the child. But she knew there was no other way. Anderson, to


    prevent Luther from worrying, would rather go to school every day to sleep and return home


    refreshed in the afternoon. He would stay upte again in the evening.


    At home, Luther woke up particrlyte that day. Even after the children had left, he was still lying


    halfway in bed, resting.


    He felt dizzy, lightheaded, tightness in his chest, difficulty breathing, and most importantly,


    weakness in his limbs.


    Joyce came to Luther''s bedside and sat down next to him. "Feeling unwell? Let me go get you a


    ss of water."


    Luther suddenly grabbed her wrist, "No need, I was about to get up."


    Struggling, he sat up from the bed. When his feet touched the ground, he felt a wave of dizziness.


    Supporting himself as best he could, he walked into the bathroom to freshen up.


    Looking at himself in the mirror, his once handsome face now carried an air of exhaustion, looking


    very weak.


    He frowned. Although he had a bad feeling in his heart, he wouldn''t show it in front of Joyce.


    After freshening up, he suddenly felt nauseous, as if a knife was twisting inside his chest. Soon


    after, a thick, uncontroble substance surged out.


    He quickly covered his thin lips with his hand, trying to stop what was already happening.


    The sticky liquid kepting out of his mouth, seeping through his fingers. His hand, covered with


    fresh blood, looked terrifying in the mirror.


    He stared at himself in the mirror, stunned for a moment.


    He was coughing up blood!


    Joyce heard some unusual noises from inside and hurried over, despite being heavily pregnant.


    When she burst into the bathroom, Luther couldn''t stop her in time. She saw his hands covered in


    fresh blood, catching her off-guard.


    Joyce was stunned, her mind went nk, the blood''s red color repeatedly stimting her brain,


    rendering her unable to think.


    Luther quickly turned on the tap, washing away the blood on his hands, and wiping the corners of


    his lips. The pool of water in the sink diluted the red blood, adding to the horror.


    "Don''t worry, I just coughed up a bit of blood, everything else feels fine." Luther rinsed his mouth


    and managed to smile at her, "Look at me, I''m fine."


    Joyce stared at Luther without saying a word. In fact, he was far from okay. His face was pale, now


    his lips were also pale, she had never seen him look so haggard. She felt extreme pity.


    "Aren''t you still interested in looking at baby supplies? Shall I apany you shopping today? The


    doctor said you are about to give birth, and you need to be active now. I''ll be with you." Luther tried


    to maintain his spirits, smiling gently, making a suggestion.


    Joyce didn''t say anything, suddenly throwing herself into his arms, her delicate body trembling


    continuously.


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    "Don''t be like this, I''m really fine." Luther wanted to reach out andfort her, but suddenly, the


    dizziness in front of his eyes intensified.


    This time, he couldn''t stand still, his vision blurred, afraid he would drag her down with him.


    He quickly let go of her, supported himself by the sink, struggling to hold on, until he gradually


    copsed on the floor. At that moment, his vision darkened, and he lost consciousness instantly.


    "Luther! What''s happening to you?" Joyce screamed in horror, watching Luther fall in front of her.


    Her heart felt as if it had been hit by a hammer, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her belly was


    too big, preventing her from squatting down. Peering down the sink, she saw his beautiful eyes


    tightly closed, his handsome face devoid of any color.


    "Help! Someone, please help!" Joyce shouted.


    The butler and security rushed in immediately, they lifted Luther and moved him to the couch first.


    The butler, being moreposed, quickly dialed the emergency contact of the warlord, given to him


    by Cecelia before she left. In case of any emergency at home, the warlord hospital would arrive


    within five minutes.


    Joyce sat on the couch, holding Luther close, shaking him constantly, "Wake up, don''t sleep. Wake


    up."


    Unfortunately, Luther''s eyes remained tightly shut, unable to respond.


    Joyce was frantic but helpless.


    The butlerforted her, "Madam, don''t worry, the ambnce is on its way. You need to take care


    of yourself; you''re about to give birth, remember not to strain yourself."


    Joyce''s eyes moistened, she held onto Luther''s hand tightly, unwilling to let go.


    A minuteter, the warlord''s paramedics arrived.


    They lifted Luther onto a stretcher and took him into the ambnce. Joyce insisted on


    apanying him to the warlord hospital.


    The doctors here were mostly subordinates within the warlord''s domain, and they promptly began a


    series of tests on Luther.


    Joyce also called Dr. Jocelyn immediately.


    Dr. Jocelyn arrived on the scene and participated in the examination.


    The doors of the emergency room were closed tightly, the red light continuously lit up, rming and


    making one''s heart race.


    Anxiously, Joyce stood at the door, sometimes sitting down, then standing up again. Unable to


    stand still any longer, she sat down. Her mind was restless, waiting only for the doctors'' examination


    results.


    After over an hour had passed.


    The door finally opened.


    Several doctors, including Dr. Jocelyn, came out.


    Joyce hurriedly stood up and went to them, anxiously asking, "How is he?"


    One of the doctors replied, "After all the tests, his heart and lung functions are temporarily fine. It''s


    just a simple fainting spell; he should wake up in a while. However, we suspect that there is


    something wrong with his blood. What exactly the problem is, is beyond our expertise."


    At this moment, Dr. Jocelyn pulled Joyce aside, "Let me exin."


    Joyce''s eyes trembled, her lips trembling uncontrobly.


    Dr. Jocelyn sighed and shook her head, "I''m sorry, we haven''t made any breakthroughs in our


    research so far. The current situation has reached its limit; he may not make it through this week.


    You should prepare yourself."


    Prepare herself?


    What kind of preparation?


    Joyce felt everything go ck before her.


    She almost couldn''t stand still, took a few shaky steps back, luckily, several doctors caught her.


    "Madam, please be careful."


    Joyce waved her hand, indicating that she was fine. She tried to hold on, but she couldn''t, her vision


    blurred.


    Dr. Jocelyn sighed again, gently patted Joyce''s arm, "We''ve done our best. Whatever the oue,


    we can only ept it. Life and death have their own fates. I''m sorry, please take care of yourself."


    With that, Dr. Jocelyn sadly turned and left. She was ipetent, but she was also heartbroken.


    In front of the empty emergency room door, Joyce was left alone. She stood there nkly, unable to


    gather her thoughts.