My Mute Bride

Rachel’s heart tightened, and she instantly pressed her back against the wall.

Victor emerged from the shadows. Just then, an aged voice suddenly came from inside the alley. “Victor, is that you?”

Before Rachel could come to her senses, Victor had walked up to the person. “Why are you coming out by yourself, Grandma? How many times have I told you that it’s hard to see things clearly at night? What if you trip and fall again when you come out?”

Rachel followed the voices with her gaze and saw the innermost small house. The house was dimly lit, and an old woman was standing tremblingly at its door, supporting herself with a walking stick. Meanwhile, Victor addressed her as his grandmother.

The small house was in a dilapidated condition. It was in disrepair for years, and its walls were mottled; there wasn’t even a decent chair in the house. Victor pushed the clothes away from a corner on the sofa before taking off his jacket and spreading it over the surface. “I hope you won’t frown upon this, Miss Hudson. Please have a seat.”

Rachel looked at the old woman who was bustling around in the house.

Victor explained, “My Grandma is old, so she can neither see nor hear well. But for some reason, she can hear my voice.”

‘Are you and your Grandma the only ones in your family?’

“Yeah, I have lived with Grandma since I was a child.”

Rachel couldn’t bear to listen to such words. After all, she and Nancy had also depended on each other for

survival as she grew up.

Just then, Victor’s grandmother’s voice came from the room inside. “Victor, come and look for the tea caddy. We should pour a cup of tea for our visitor!”

Victor hurriedly went into the room. “Don’t trouble yourself with that, Grandma. We don’t have tea in the house…”

“I recall having some tea around the house, though. How could we let the visitor leave without having something to drink?”

came out, and was about to talk to Rachel, only to discover that she had already left with the envelope placed on a corner of the old and shabby table. He was startled by this, and he quickly grabbed the envelope

it was a little past 11.00PM. A dinner wouldn’t have taken such a long time, so it seemed that he must be sending Amber home. Since Rachel didn’t

Julian came out of his bedroom. He asked, “How is Madam

right. She’ll be fine after getting some rest

about the young

about him either. I have helped him before, so he probably wants to return the favor, which

you look into his identity. This person suddenly popped up

nowhere, after all.”

and he was filial to the elderly.

was reluctant to do so, Julian decided

you asked me to do earlier have

as she read them. She had never studied medicine and had only a smattering of herbal medicine, so she couldn’t quite

pills and the oral liquids, have little effect on the human body. One might as well say that they deserve neither credit nor blame. Technically, the Food and Drug Administration should have

the time as long as no human lives

prescriptions were handed down from their ancestors without the dosage specified. With Julian’s lab test results and the previous results from Janice’s investigation, Rachel was now certain that Jefferey had been crying up wine and selling vinegar these years by selling fake medicine. The Hudson Family’s century-old clinic had six prescriptions handed down from the ancestors, but none of them

Rachel standing together; they looked like a well-matched couple under the kitchen’s bright light. He frowned for a moment, but

there, Justin,” Julian greeted

“Aren’t you going

me to test some stuff earlier, and the results happened

as his eyes fell on Rachel’s hands. Meanwhile, the woman collected the

Justin nodded slightly.

words and her own conjecture in the

sleeping pills before the research and development laboratory was closed, but the results aren’t out yet. This is quite thoughtful of you. However.” He suddenly raised his head with darkened eyes. “Didn’t you say that Jefferey doesn’t have the prescriptions in his hands? What about the

report in her hand to float down on her feet. I have forgotten about this, she