Chapter 2003: Testing One By One
Chapter 2003: Testing One by One
Joyce carried Wilson back to her room, with Luther opening the door for her and taking Wilson from
her arms.
"How was it? Taking Wilson away, how did Jane react?"
"No reaction, she seemed normal. She was tired, and she fell asleep as soon as I left," Joyce
replied.
As she spoke, she ced the baby bottle and diapers on the bedside table.
Then, she took out a half-packed crib mattress from the cupboard and ced it in the center of their
big bed, lying down between them.
Luther carefully ced Wilson on the crib mattress. "What about Cullen? Did you check on him
too?"
"Yes, Cullen was fast asleep. Mrs. Powell also dozed off. She didn''t know I went in," Joyce replied.
Shey down next to Wilson, gently holding his tiny hand in her delicate hand, feeling a warm rush
in her heart but also a sense of worry.
Luther alsoy down next to Wilson. "In that case, tomorrow, arrange for Mrs. Brown to rece Mrs.
Powell for the night shift, citing the need for rotation in resting. Let''s see how Mrs. Powell reacts."
"Yes, that''s what I''m thinking. The room next to the nursery has been vacant. Tomorrow, we''ll move
there to sleep. Wilson and Cullen, we''ll take turns bringing one of them to sleep with us every day.
After a few days, we''ll have both of them sleep with me, and we can call the nanny for help when
needed for night waking and feeding. What do you think?"
"I don''t rmend it. One, you''ll be too tired, affecting your daytime energy. If a real situation
arises, you won''t be able to handle it. Second, if it''s too obvious, someone will certainly suspect,"
Luther advised.
Joyce sighed, "This won''t work, that won''t work either. Leaving the fragile babies in the hands of
unknown individuals. How can I trust?"
"I understand your concerns. Even though there are monitors in the room, if something really
happens, we won''t be able to react in time," Luther''s eyes turned stern. "I''ll find out as soon as
possible, who leaked out our information to the outside. What their purpose is."
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Turning on her side, Joyce gently caressed Wilson''s cheek, feelingpletely lost. The peaceful
and joyful illusion from before seemed suddenly shattered. The sudden awakening left her at a loss.
Her emotions were all over the ce.
Seeing her distress, Lutherforted her, "I''m here, and I''ll protect you all."
Joyce nodded, naturally trusting him.
Suddenly, she asked, "Do you think it could be rted to Grayson?"
"Perhaps," Luther didn''t deny his spection. "His target is clear, anti-electromaic pulses."
Looking up at the ceiling with her eyes open, Joyce found some relief thinking if it was Grayson
behind these incidents. She believed Grayson wouldn''t harm her children; otherwise, he wouldn''t
have spared her so easily before. And Grayson had had many opportunities to harm her children
during her pregnancy, but he didn''t. So she was willing to believe that Grayson wouldn''t hurt her
children.
"You rest first. I will stay awake; the sudden message from Darrinst night was unexpected for both
of us. You need to keep up your strength," Luther gently brushed Joyce''s face as he closed her
eyes and lulled her to sleep.
"Mm," Joyce softly hummed, gradually entering dreand under his gentle touch.
Luther, propping up his lean jaw, kept watching Joyce''s sleeping face. She wasn''t sleeping soundly,
her brows constantly furrowed. asionally, he looked at Wilson, the small body breathing steadily.
This time, no matter what, he had to protect them and prevent Joyce from worrying.
At dawn, Joyce woke up briefly and took Wilson back to the nursery, letting Luther sleep a little
longer.
Luther only dozed off briefly before getting up. He was used to little sleep, staying awake throughout
the night. For several days, he had suffered without Joyce by his side. Yet, he was clear-minded
that morning. It was the nights of wakefulness that cut him deep.
After getting up, Luther checked on Wilson and Cullen in the nursery, then headed to the dining
room.
Anderson and Iris were having breakfast; they were about to leave for school.
Joyce had just sat down in the dining room.
Elsa served Joyce a bowl of vegetable congee and some side dishes, knowing Joyce preferred light
and refreshing food in the morning. Anderson and Iris liked Western-style milk and bread.
"Anderson, Iris, try the freshly baked pizza I made this morning," Elsa took out a tray from the oven,
filled with the rich aroma of cheese, juicy mushrooms and tender chicken, sprinkled with red
peppers, a perfect blend of color, vor, and fragrance.
"Anderson, Iris, try the freshly baked pizza I made this morning," Elsa took out a tray from the oven,
filled with the rich aroma of cheese, juicy mushrooms and tender chicken, sprinkled with red
peppers, a perfect blend of color, vor, and fragrance.
"Elsa, did you wake up before 5 am to make this pizza?" Joyce asked, smiling. "You''re working
hard."
"Not at all, it''s my pleasure. I see the kids love it, but pizza is high in calories. It''s better to have it for
breakfast when the calories can be burned off during the day, so I made it specifically for them,"
Elsa exined. She served a slice to each child, then noticed Luther entering. "Mr. Warner, would
you like to have a slice of pizza?" She respectfully asked.
Luther waved his hand, "No, thank you, same as Joyce."
"Alright." Elsa turned to serve Luther a bowl of congee, cing it in front of him respectfully.
Luther observed Elsa for a moment, lost in thought.
Joyce realized Luther''s intentions and purposely coughed lightly to divert Elsa''s attention.
"Elsa, do you find itfortable living here?" Joyce asked.
"Madam, of course, I find itfortable. Why do you ask?" Elsa inquired.
Joyce''s heart skipped a beat, surprised by Elsa''s sensitivity. She waved her hand with a smile,
"You''re originally from the Capital, so you may not be used to the food in Khebury; the taste here is
more nd. I wasn''t sure if you''d have trouble adjusting."
Elsa replied, "Although I''m from the Capital, my husband is from Khebury. I often cook with the local
taste in mind."
"Oh, that exins it. Your cooking is so good, it suits our taste," Joyceughed. "If you don''t go
back to the Capital, do you miss home? Or maybe you should bring your husband to Khebury too?"
As Joyce asked, Elsa''s demeanor suddenly stiffened, and her expression froze.
"My husband passed away."
Joyce paused, apologizing, "I had no idea."
She realized she had missed it, no wonder Elsa used the term "from before" earlier. Elsa''s husband
had passed away, a detail Cecelia hadn''t told her.