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.

Mom,”

my own house. Why can’t I talk? I’m not the

eating. After excusing herself from the table, Rachel walked off while Sue continued to nag and complain

fell, a black MPV sped down the highway that led toward

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

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 lady in her twenties. She didn’t have the

won’t,” Justin

lights illuminated his skin, leaving spots of light

Hudson Residence, and she finally

and black umbrellas could be seen moving around the burial grounds. Rachel put 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 used as the Hudson Family’s ancestral

the first time Rachel had ever set foot in West Magnolia Cemetery. Why would my mother’s grave be in the Hudson Family’s private burial grounds? Rachel felt her heart sinking as she watched Jefferey halting his footsteps in front of a tombstone. “I’m here to

saw him kneeling in

Jefferey poured the rest of his alcohol on the ground surrounding the tomb. “Enjoy your drink. Although you’ve been buried alone here, you

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

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 the tombstone. It was the exact same picture as the one that she had seen in the darkroom, and it was the same one that Nancy had been secretly hiding. How could this

the pitter-patter of the rain continued even after Julian came out from one of his surgeries. He checked his phone to find an unread message. ‘I’m in a bad mood, and I had a few drinks. Can you come and pick

frowned. ‘Where

‘Highland Hotel, Room 2318.’