Operation Red Book

Chapter 218: Joshua is not like usual

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The ball hit the wooden door with a dull thud.

The room was very quiet, except for a few birds chirping outside the window and two regular breathings.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The muffled sound of the ball hitting each other was so loud that the breathing in the room became disordered. Long and short breaths sounded in the room, and the white ward was filled with new life.

"Joshua - play with me -"

A child's voice was heard from outside the door, followed by several harsh scoldings.

"Throw that broken ball of yours away from me. It's so noisy so early in the morning!"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Bell."

"You should also stay away from me and don't bother Joshua. You have seen what he has been like these past few days!"

"Thomas is doing this for his own good. Joshua is like Mozart dying in the basement. He needs to get out more often."

A deep male voice also joined in, this voice was neither too fast nor too slow, easing the atmosphere just right.

"Luna and Hilda are out on a mission, so there's no one to play with me."

"Jacob looks like he's having a lot of free time. Look, look, he's drinking coffee with his legs resting on that pile of documents... Go and disturb him."

"It was Mr. Jacob who told me to hit the door with the ball. He said that this would wake Miss Ivy from her sleep..."

"Bell, don't be impulsive so early in the morning..."

"Shameless bastard!"

"Ah - my ears - the witch is going to cut off the priest's ears -"

The ghostly howling finally woke Joshua, who was lying on the bed, up. The breathing in the room became more rapid and the frequency was completely messed up.

He opened his tired eyelids, feeling soreness and pain at the same time. He hid back in the darkness almost the moment he saw the light.

"Come on, Thomas, I'll play with you."

"Thank you, Mr. Alexander, but Mr. Jacob seems to have fainted from the pain..."

"Play with a ball? Play with a cat? Or play with mimosas at the park around the corner?"

"I want to feed the pigeons on the roof of 10 Downing Street!"

"Let's go, go now."

Joshua let out a long sigh and stood on his elbows on the soft bed.

He rubbed his eyeballs hard, not caring about the sharp pain.

The sunlight shines through the beige curtains, casting a large spot of light in the dark room.

The soreness and swelling of the eyeballs eased a lot after being kneaded, but the cracked eye sockets still brought Joshua uncomfortable pressure, and he did not feel relieved even after wearing cold glasses.

Perhaps because he had been sitting for several hours, Joshua almost couldn't support himself to stand up.

He supported his stiff limbs and walked for a long time before he moved to the window not far away.

"Shua-"

The sunlight, without the blocking of curtains, instantly illuminated the entire room.

Joshua turned around slowly, his pale face not turning red by the bright sunshine.

The flaxen curly hair was a mess, piled up on top of the head. Above the dark circles under his eyes were eyes that were so tired that not a single ripple could be revealed.

He was looking at the bed in the center of the room, where Ivy was lying quietly, like sleeping seaweed.

Her eyes were closed and her expression was calm, the same as when she came out of McMillan Manor two weeks ago.

Ivy has been in a coma for two weeks, during which time Joshua has taken her to many places.

The Royal Hospital in London, Mr. Mycroft Holmes's family doctor, the small clinic Mrs. Hudson frequented, the farm witch doctor recommended by the store manager...

They gave Ivy a detailed examination, and the results showed that all indicators were normal, but they could not find the cause of her coma, so naturally there was no way to treat her.

Except for bloodletting - but Joshua was tough and would not allow Ivy's skin to be damaged in any way.

Ms. Bell followed Mr. Victor to India at the time, and Ivy and Joshua waited for a week at 221-B Baker Street.

During that time, Ivy was taken care of by Mrs. Hudson, which was neither good nor bad.

Five nights ago, a group of royal soldiers broke into 221-B Baker Street.

They hit Joshua on the forehead and, despite Mrs. Hudson's attempts to stop them, forcibly took the unconscious Ivy away.

The reasons were - breaking into noble estates, stealing jewels and deliberately murdering members of the royal family.

Joshua's neck tensed up when he heard this. He loudly retorted in court: "Impossible! Ivy would never do such a thing, let alone do such a thing!"

"quiet!"

"Do you have any evidence? Why do you arrest her without any evidence? Where is she? I ask you where is Ivy!"

"Everyone who was at the scene that night can testify! This woman was never invited from beginning to end... Besides, the Duchess of Emerson had a 3-centimeter blister on her left face from being burned by her. If this isn't evidence, then what is?"

Joshua looked around anxiously, not leaving out any cracks, but the courtroom was filled with noble lords and ladies, and he couldn't find a single spot of the familiar olive color.

"What kind of bullshit evidence is this? You are going too far! I believe in our Ivy. She would never do such a thing!..."

"How dare you! No foul language allowed in court!"

"You falsely accused her. Why do you only believe the nobles' one-sided words? Show me the surveillance! Find me the evidence! I want to see the surveillance! I want to see the evidence!"

"Drag him away! Throw him out!"

Joshua's inappropriate behavior aroused the judge's dissatisfaction, and the soldiers wearing tall hats lifted him up and threw him out of the door.

He kept banging on the door and shouting outside the court until his palms were sore and his voice was hoarse.