My Mute Bride

After seeing his client, Justin hurried to the hospital.

Upon entering the ward, he saw Gloria sitting on the bed while having her meal. “You’re early today. Have you eaten? Want to share?”

“I’m good. I had lunch with a client just now.”

“I see. If you had come even earlier, you would’ve met Rachel. Look, she made some chicken soup for me. It was fish soup yesterday. Though fish soup helps with recovery, she said it’s better to switch to other flavors

at times.”

Justin was baffled by this, and he promptly asked, “She’s been coming every day?”

“Yeah. Ever since I got hospitalized, she visited me every single day with various kinds of meals. She even insists on preparing them herself because takeaways are too greasy and it’s best I avoid them.”

“Why have I never seen her?”

“Perhaps she’s avoiding the time that you would come.”

Gloria looked into his eyes and continued, “You truly went overboard last time. If I were in her shoes, it would’ve been hard for me as well. Why don’t you take the chance to talk about it with her?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Justin, you’re always holding back your thoughts and behaving like you’re the coldest man in the world.”

“Eat up. I’ll go get some fruit.”

Having said that, Justin exited the ward.

Upon his exit, Gloria turned to the piling baskets of fruit and snorted.

Get some fruits? Does he think I’m a child?

On the other hand, Rachel was cleaning the vegetables in the kitchen while Nancy was watching TV in the living room.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

“Victor! He’s always forgetting his keys!”

Nancy nagged as she walked to the door.

Since she feared that her grandmother would fall victim to more accidents, Rachel had given Victor a duplicate house key.

“Excuse me?”

still remember me, Madam Tiller? I’m Frankie.

the familiar man’s voice. She cleaned her hands and

“Mrs. Burton.”

Nancy was still in a daze, Frankie had the men behind

injured some time ago, so

even finished

to take it too seriously. Do you mind stepping aside, Madam Tiller? We don’t want

men carrying a massage chair

once, Rachel went to move the furniture in the living room

then?” Nancy interrogated Frankie. “It’s been so long

downstairs. There are still

Downstairs?

feel her heart thumping, and she immediately stopped her grandmother

I’ll go down for a

as the latter was walking out the door, “Tell

hands were tucked in the pockets of

you here? There was nothing on Rachel’s

queried, “Did you like the things I

having crossed your

Rachel behaved like a wary wolf that was showing its teeth to

sending some gifts to your

it as simple as that? Nothing like a

rather hastily as she

losing Hans, the person that she cared about most in the entire Riverdale would be her grandmother. Thus, rather than ‘sending gifts’, it felt more like he was hinting at her not to do

joyous mood disappeared into thin

that, he immediately pulled open the car door,

a sigh and was about to go back upstairs. However, she was

“Rae!”

its tail as he walked over to her with a bright smile

perplexed emotions. Then, she nodded

saw the old man conversing with Rachel the moment he shut the door. At one glance, his eyes narrowed

up the stairs with Grandpa Irwin, they

it. I can

Frankie’s eyes instantaneously turned darker as

Grandpa Irwin screamed as two