My Mute Bride

Chapter 89 Won’t Be Able to Clear Their Names

Justin’s face strode toward the door. “Shouldn’t you leave for work soon, Julian? You should mind your own business,” he uttered just before he stepped out of the door.

“Caring for patients is my business,” Julian replied. Justin tightened his grip around the doorknob as his gaze dimmed. Bang! The whole house seemed to shake the moment he slammed the door shut.

Rachel’s body jolted with shock, and she flinched as Justin shut the door. “Don’t worry.” Justin comforted her by patting her gently, but his gaze seemed to turn serious as he did so.

“Breakfast is ready, Young Master Justin. Would you like to drink coffee or—” The maid greeted Justin the moment he got down to the living room, but he interrupted her before she could finish her sentence. “I don’t want anything.” Justin shot his maid a hostile glare. “You have a lot of free time, huh? You don’t need to come in for work anymore. We don’t need you since we have to get our own food anyway!”

Justin didn’t come back for a whole week after that. In the meantime, Rachel’s injuries were recovering well, and a new batch of maids had arrived to replace the previous batch. One morning, Mrs. Duncan was preparing joss papers in the backyard; she intended to burn them at the cemetery the next day. Rachel was standing by the window on the second floor, and she realized that Ancestors’ Day was coming soon when she saw what Mrs. Duncan was doing. She tightened her fists when Janice’s words rang in her mind all of a sudden.

That night, Julian placed some vegetables onto Rachel’s plate while they all had dinner together. Sue happened to notice this, and she questioned Julian in a rather puzzled tone. “Your brother has been away for nearly a week now, and we haven’t heard any news from him. Did you contact him in the past few days?”

“No. I’ve been busy in the hospital. I don’t have the time to fuss over his matters,” Julian replied.

“What about you?” Sue shifted her gaze toward Rachel. “Do you know where Justin went? When is he coming back?”

Rachel froze for a moment before she shook her head. Ever since Justin left home a week ago, they hadn’t contacted each other at all. “You don’t even know where your own husband is. How impressive! You don’t even work, and all you do is stay home and laze around. I don’t even know what you’re doing,” Sue mumbled.

talking, Mom,” Julian

own house. Why can’t I talk? I’m

her bowl. I’m done eating. After excusing herself from the table, Rachel walked off while Sue continued to

a black MPV sped down the highway that led toward Riverdale’s airport. The

send Gloria back to the hotel, and then I’ll go

the night? Isn’t your wife going to get worried if you stay out so late?” A woman’s crisp voice came from beside Justin. The reflection on the car window revealed a pretty young

Justin

neon lights illuminated his skin, leaving spots of light on his face. There seemed to

out of the house on her own. She waited nearby the Hudson Residence, and she finally spotted Jefferey’s car leaving the house during noontime. Without any hesitation,

on her raincoat before she covered her face with a mask and sunglasses. Then, she continued to follow the man into the cemetery. There used to be a piece of private land in the West Magnolia Cemetery that was

Rachel felt her heart sinking as she watched Jefferey halting his footsteps in front of a tombstone.

he said, for the sound of the rain was too distracting. However, she saw him kneeling in front of the tombstone for a long while, where he spoke to himself

you’ve been buried alone

tombstone. The cemetery looked especially gloomy due to the cloudy weather. She glanced at the fresh daisies as she arrived at the tombstone. Fear seized her as she thought about pushing the daisies aside, for she expected to see her mother’s name engraved on the tombstone once she did

she saw the name on the tombstone, and her expression faltered immediately. At that very moment, a black shadow towered over her head. Before she had the chance to respond, she felt a strong blow against the back of her head. She let out a groan before she collapsed head-first onto the ground. Just before she collapsed, she caught sight of the picture on

surgeries. He checked his phone to find an unread message. ‘I’m in a bad

frowned. ‘Where are you

‘Highland Hotel, Room 2318.’