My Mute Bride

Janice showed Rachel a video. “This is the surveillance footage of the municipal hospital’s parking lot. Hans had just been discharged from the hospital that day, and I was about to pick him up. But for some reason, he left the inpatient department alone and was caught up from behind by two men.”

Rachel could see the scenes in the video very clearly. Two men dressed in black caught up to Hans from behind and dragged him into a van, leaving only a wheelchair in the parking lot. He didn’t even have the opportunity to call for help, nor could he run away in time. At the sight of the scene, Rachel felt very suffocated; she felt out of breath with a lump in her throat. How hopeless he must’ve felt at that time!

“These two men are fugitives with a criminal record. For now, the investigation shows no connection with

Justin. The police suspect that Hans was killed because he saw something that shouldn’t be seen.” Janice put away her cell phone. “A smuggling transaction, perhaps.”

Rachel couldn’t breathe as she placed her hands on the ground. Even if Justin wasn’t the one who did it, such a thing would never have happened if he didn’t break Hans’ leg.

After Janice left, Rachel went back to the city in Gloria’s car. Since she could no longer stay at the Burton Residence, Gloria took her to her apartment. “You can stay here first for the time being. Few people know about this, so it’ll be over once you compose yourself and apologize to him as soon as possible. After that, just go to work as you’re supposed to. Life goes on, anyway.”

Rachel’s face was pale as she gripped the sofa cushion. Do I have to apologize to him? She laughed. Why should she apologize to a madman who had deliberately hurt people?

Gloria darted a look at her. “I understand how you feel right now…” she said. At first, she wanted to say something, but she ultimately bit back the words on the tip of her tongue. “Never mind. Just get a good rest first.”

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, and the house fell silent.

After placing her hand on the sofa to support herself, Rachel got up and looked around her. The apartment Justin had arranged for Gloria was a duplex in an upscale neighborhood complete with a neighborhood security system and property management services. It was furnished extravagantly, which showed how important Gloria was to him.

liquor cabinet and took out two bottles of wine. Then, she staggered to push the bathroom door open, filled the bathtub with cold water, and soaked herself in it. The liquor gave a burning sensation as it flowed down her throat,

the door being opened was heard outside. By then, Rachel had drunk herself unconscious. When the man pushed the bathroom door open and saw the bathtub filled with red water, his expression changed at once. “Rachel!” A pair of large hands immediately lifted her out of the bathtub.

of him. He grabbed Rachel’s collar fiercely and bellowed, “Do you want to die? Are you sulking here for someone to

at the man before her eyes. Since

what you want to see? Hans is dead. Isn’t this

many times do I have to repeat that I have nothing to do with his death? If you really have the proof, go out and sue me

we live in. It overflows with material desires, and whoever is rich climbs to the top by stepping on countless dead bodies

a rage and slammed her head into the bathtub. “The way I see it, you really are out of your mind. You need

and lifted her head up, she leaned against the bathtub and coughed non-stop. She had become much more sober, and she coughed until her eyes turned red. Then, she stared at Justin so hard that

if I’m sober? I hate him; the more sober I am, the more I hate him!

to ask for a divorce, riht?” He grabbed her wrist and moved his fiendish-looking face close to hers. Then, as he looked down at her, he uttered word by word, “All right, I’ll give you a chance! I’ll let you off if you do this. Change your clothes and go out with

in Riverdale. As soon as they arrived, a heavily made-up middle-aged woman took Rachel to the dressing room

slip dress, and the strong perfume she had on almost suffocated her. Meanwhile, Frankie looked nervous as he stood outside

cigar dangling from her lips. “Since when have you started paying attention to these things, Mr. Beckham? Don’t

is,” Frankie began, but Rachel opened the door and came out before he could finish his sentence. “Well, you look really demure.” Rosaline immediately went up and grabbed her. “You’re

attendant’s voice sounded from