My Mute Bride

Chapter 93 Acquiring Hudson Pharmaceuticals

“After your mother passed away, you lost your voice during the huge fire. For the sake of your safety, I told Jefferey that you were the only one who knew about the medicinal recipes. That was why he agreed to bring you back into the Hudson Family. That was also how the public recognized you as an illegitimate daughter of the Hudsons,” Nancy said.

But I don’t remember any of the medicinal recipes.

“Your memories are engraved within you, Rachel. I’m sure you remember everything that your mother had ever told you—you simply lost your memories temporarily. You’ll recall all of it someday.” Nancy pulled out a picture of Selena—the same black and white picture that was on the tombstone.

Rachel felt her heart aching when she saw the picture, and tears trickled down her cheeks without any warning. Nancy teared up as she pulled the young girl in for a hug. “My darling, if Selena is watching from above, she’d be pleased to see what a beautiful and kind woman you’ve turned into.”

Rachel cried for a long while after that. Whatever she had just heard was simply too much to process. No matter how harsh Jefferey had been toward her in the past, she had always treated him as her father. She had always believed that a parent would care for their child regardless of how harsh they might be. However, it turned out that he wasn’t her father at all—that explained why he was so heartless toward her. She brushed her tears off as she recalled what Janice had told her. Grandma, do you remember what the person who killed my mother looks like?

Nancy clenched her fists. “I’d recognize that person even if he turned into ashes. He was a vicious killer; he set the whole mountain on fire to destroy all evidence. He nearly killed all of the villagers there.” Rachel hastily unlocked her phone to look for an image of a wanted man before showing it to Nancy.

“He’s the one. I recall how he had a large mole on his face.” Nancy’s voice was trembling, and her face was pale as she recalled the terrifying memories of her past. Rachel tightened her grip on her phone as she tried to calm herself down. She wanted to avenge her mother’s death, and she wanted these people to pay for what they had done.

The skies were turning dark, and Hans stepped out of the car when he saw Rachel coming out of the building. “Are you okay?”

Rachel shook her head. Grandma told me the whole story. I’ll tell you about it when we get into the car.

“Okay.” Hans pulled the car door open. “Let’s talk in the car.” They were talking when a shrill siren interrupted their conversation. Rachel looked up to see a black MPV on the street opposite them. Her face turned pale immediately.

Hans could sense that

phone out to look at the caller ID. “I’ll give you one minute to walk over and get into the car.” The man’s voice on the other end of the phone was

Hans said when he noticed the car opposite them. He held

Rachel hurried toward the opposite side of the street after that. Justin was a man who didn’t take no for an answer—Hans might be

icy, forbidding expression on his face. His still, dark eyes were so terrifying that anyone who looked into it would feel their hearts pounding with fear. Justin stared out the car window to look at the man in front of the white car

word on the way back, and the silence only made Rachel more fearful. She felt as if her heart was about

the house. Rachel, on the other hand, hesitated when she arrived at the doorstep. She glanced around to see that the interior of the house was modern and brand-new. In fact, the insides still had the smell

his tie before he abruptly turned to face Rachel. “Ah!” She screamed as she felt as if her scalp was about to be torn apart. Justin had grabbed onto a handful of her hair before he shoved her against the wall. “You

Her face was filled with terror as she looked up at him. “Hans Egerton, a Master of Laws graduate from California State University and a relatively well-known

head frantically as she tried

Domestic abuse? Or something else? Huh?” Justin tugged onto her hair and

and fell onto the couch. When she next looked up, Justin had already

away from him fearfully. Both her legs were shaking uncontrollably. No. I’ve never

meeting a lawyer,

to ask him

“What other things?”

with a random excuse. It has to do with my inheritance in

“Oh? Is that all?”