Four o’clock in the morning is when people are most vulnerable after falling asleep. Usually, even if there’s movement nearby, one wouldn’t easily wake up.


    Joyce was in a deep sleep, and her subconscious told her that there seemed to be some movement beside her, but she couldn’t open her eyes.


    She wasn’t sure if it was a dream or real, but she felt someone embracing her from behind. She had been feeling a bit cold while sleeping, but now she felt warm and secure.


    She shifted slightly, wanting to turn around, but it seemed like someone gently caressed her, from her back to her slightly bulging belly, with gentle and tender movements, soothing her to sleep. She was already tired and fell into a deep slumber once again.N?velDrama.Org (C) content.


    It had been a long time since she felt this way, as if she had returned to the past, nestled in Luther’s arms, sleeping deeply every night.


    Had hee back?


    Or was she dreaming?


    She couldn’t distinguish.


    When she woke up again, it was already dawn.


    Joyce suddenly opened her eyes and looked around. She was in her own room, and there was no one beside her. The feeling of being touched and soothed to sleepst night still felt real, as if it had truly happened.


    She rubbed her temples, feeling a slight headache.


    Although she tried not to show it in front of Luther, she really missed him. Unknowingly, she had be dependent on him, and he was all she thought about every day.


    Even in her dreams, it was him.


    Suddenly, her gaze fell on the pillow beside her. She approached it, looking closer, and noticed that there was a strand of ck hair on it.


    She picked up the hair and, judging by its thickness, it couldn’t belong to Anderson. Besides, she had just washed her pillow yesterday. She had long hair herself, so where did this short haire from?


    Her eyes brightened, and she took a deep breath. It was Luther. He had reallye back!


    She wasn’t dreaming. Luther had indeed slept beside herst night,forting her to sleep.


    It wasn’t a dream!


    Joyce quickly put on her coat and got up. She hastened to freshen up, went to the living room, and then rushed to the garden, searching through the garage and the entire vi, but she didn’t see any trace of Luther.


    At that moment, Mr. Arnold, who had just finished pruning branches, returned and respectfully asked, “Mrs. Warner, what are you looking for?”


    Joyce pointed outside, “Luther came backst night. Do you know about it?”


    Mr. Arnold was taken aback and shook his head, “I don’t know. Really? I didn’t see him when I woke up. Should I check the surveince footage to confirm if Mr. Warner came back?”


    Joyce nodded, “Okay, I’ll go check on Anderson first.”


    Joyce returned to the living room, and Anderson happened toe downstairs. He had already finished getting ready and was excitedly hopping and calling out, “Mommy, Daddy came backst night!”


    Joyce hurriedly asked, “You noticed it too?”


    Anderson nodded repeatedly, “Daddy left a note on my bedside. Look at it quickly.”


    Anderson handed the note to Joyce, and it had a series of numbers written on it.


    “What does this mean?” Joyce asked, puzzled.


    “This is aputer code. It’s the same as the unique code on the advancedputer Dad gave me before, but it’s not the code for myputer,” Anderson exined.


    “What’s the use of this code?” Joyce squinted her eyes.


    “With this code, I can easily hack into thisputer, ess all the information inside, and even remotely control it, knowing every move of the other party,” Anderson eximed excitedly. “Dad must have given me a task!”


    Joyce looked at the note repeatedly, “Indeed, it’s your father’s handwriting. You should try it. Let’s see what Dad wants us to do.”


    “Okay,” Anderson nodded. “Great, Dad finally came back to see us. I knew he wouldn’t abandon us. He must be tied down by that wicked woman. Now he’s deploying a n, and I want to help Dad. I will personally protect my little sister!”


    Joyce gently touched Anderson’s head. “We still don’t know the specifics yet. Don’t get too excited. Let’s take it step by step, and be cautious at every step, okay?”


    “Yes!” Anderson quickly agreed.


    At this moment, Mr. Arnold walked in and reported, “Mrs. Warner, I just checked the surveince footage. It’s true that a car enteredst night. Usually, Aaron is the one who drives it. Mr. Warner dide back and stayed for about an hour before leaving. He left before five in the morning, before dawn.”


    Joyce waved her handand said, “I understand, you can go about your duties.”


    Mr. Arnold expressed his concern, “Did Mr. Warner leave any message?”


    Joyce nodded, “Don’t worry, I will handle it.”


    Mr. Arnold sighed in relief, “Thanks to you supporting the entire family, otherwise, I really don’t know how to keep things going. Mrs. Warner, you’ve worked hard!”


    “Not at all. It’s what I should do, after all, I’m part of the family,” Joyce smiled.


    Darrin overheard the conversation from outside the door and walked in. “Any progress?”


    “It’s not exactly progress, but Luther came back for a visit and left aputer code for Anderson. I guess he wants Anderson to monitor thatputer so we can ess the information on his end,” Joyce exined. “You can take Anderson to school as usual. Let’s take it slowly with this matter, no need to rush.”


    “Alright, leave it to me. You can rest assured,” Darrin promised.


    After giving instructions, Joyce returned to her room and searched carefully, wanting to see if Luther had left any messages for her.


    She searched the bedside but found nothing. There was nothing in the bathroom either.


    She returned to the bed, inspecting every inch carefully.


    Suddenly, her eyes dimmed. At first, she thought she was mistaken, but upon closer inspection, she realized that there was a trace of blood on the side of the pillow.


    Blood?


    Where did the bloode from?


    She simted the position of lying on her side. If there was blood on the side of the pillow, the most likely source would be bleeding from the ear.


    It couldn’t be her own, so could it be Luther?


    Was he bleeding from his ear?


    How could this happen?


    She worried that she might be mistaken, picked up the pillow, and confirmed it repeatedly. Yes, it must be blood.


    A deep concern enveloped her heart. What else was Luther hiding from her? The inexplicable blood only added to her worries. The excitement that the news of his secret return broughtst night suddenly vanished, reced by deeper anxieties.


    She felt that things were bing increasinglyplicated.