My Mute Bride

Blood spread through Rachel’s skirt as a stabbing pain came from her abdomen. She pressed a hand to it, her face pale.

My child, my child.

Justin shoved Frankie aside and scooped Rachel up. “What are you standing around for? Get driving to the hospital!”

It was then that Frankie snapped out of it, and the car sped down the streets of Riverdale while running several red lights.

After making it to the emergency room, Julian stepped out once Rachel had been checked over.

“How is she?”

Julian confirmed that the door had been shut tight before he allowed his expression to fall. At the same time, he stopped Justin from going in.

“Are you concerned about her?”

“Stop asking me things like that. What happened to her?”

“She’s pregnant!” Julian raised his voice, his low tones reverberating through the corridor, shocking the few medical staff nearby until they had looks of bewilderment on their faces.

Why was the usually even-tempered Dr. Peters so furious?

Instantly, Justin’s head was filled with a buzzing sound. “What did you say?”

“I said that she’s pregnant. She’s already more than two months along.” Julian’s expression was dark. “I wanted to tell you about it a few days ago, but you were busy taking care of Gloria. Not only that, you never asked once about Rachel. So, I thought that there was no difference whether I told you at all.”

Justin was still stunned. He stared dumbly at the door to the ward, seeming as though he hadn’t heard Julian.

Rachel was pregnant all along? Am I going to become a father?

“Justin Burton!”

At the thought of Rachel’s condition, Justin quickly snapped back to reality. “How is she now?”

“You’re only asking this now? What were you doing before you thought of that?”

going on with

doing okay. However, her condition isn’t stable. The first three months of pregnancy is the time when you should be at

heard that, Justin let out

inside the ward. She was already awake, and her mind was wandering as she stared out the window. Just then, the door behind her opened up. She could tell from the sound of the footsteps that it was Justin, and

unwell? I know that you’re

moment of

do

slightly at the mention of the elder man. “That is none of

my plea to you, so please let him go. Take all of it out on me-whether it’s your resentment toward me or the Hudsons. Don’t hurt anyone who’s innocent!

bloodshot as though they would burst the next moment. Her gaze was fixed right

should avoid punishment just because he’s in his twilight years? He’s

despair grew. She ended up letting out a chuckle as she looked

up a convincing excuse. Grandpa Irwin, a human trafficker? In that case, why didn’t you hand him over to

what you want, but I must have

of the incident from 20 years ago, he couldn’t wait to chop

were the true culprits-none of

More than 20 years had passed since then. Even if the police could find proof, the statute of

tirade when he got a phone call. After glancing at Rachel, he left the room with his

shut with a

clutched the bed sheets tightly, her face as gray

“Yes?”

out over the phone’s speakers. “I’ve gotten hold of some news. The man recently came to Riverdale. He said that he went to a friend for shelter, and

old acquaintance, you

Pharmaceuticals had seemingly bought that forest for development. Hence, it was reasonable for the

did

The documents at the police station have long since been destroyed as well. We won’t be able to dig up anything from them.” Frankie’s tone was troubled. “Mr. Burton, it’s been

Justin’s voice was eerily cold, and one could sense the iciness

loathsome old man who had

him, he would let the boy starve to

been dark and damp, and he hadn’t been able to see anything. All he could smell was the

then, he

with him now, Mr.