My Mute Bride

“Mrs. Burton, what’s wrong with you?” As soon as Jennifer saw Rachel’s pained appearance, she hurriedly went forward.

Rachel felt as if something was about to burst out of her brain as she frantically gripped her forehead, but she failed to suppress the pain. As she let out a cry of pain, she fell to the floor.

“Mrs. Burton!” Jennifer’s face paled with fear.

The colorful world suddenly turned black and white as time wildly receded to that scene in the isolated mountainous area more than twenty years ago, where birds and animals fluttered among the mountains and

forests…

The dream that had been with her for more than twenty years was gradually becoming clearer at this moment. At this moment, the gentle silhouette that had its back to her for twenty years slowly turned around.

The woman’s long hair hung over her shoulder as she revealed a warm smile and dimples on her cheeks. “Katie, didn’t I ask you to stay at home with Grandma? Why are you following me up the mountain again?”

“Mom, it’s too boring at home, so I wanted to follow you up the mountain to collect herbs.”

“Don’t fall down. Come and hold my hand.”

“Okay!”

“Do you like collecting herbs?”

“Yes.”

“Then, I will teach you a song about herb-picking, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Poria seeds, peony flowers, forsythia, dahurica, mixed with red sand…”

Rachel’s lips vibrated. Despite the inability to make a sound, the memory of those children’s songs suddenly became incomparably clear to her with the name of each herb echoing in her ears.

“Mom, are we not going to pick herbs today?”

“Katie, we have guests at home. I have something to tell this man, so head out and play for a while. Grandma is at the back of the mountain, so go and find her, okay?”

“Okay!”

whole brain. She remembered what her mother looked like, how she became a mute, the man with the scar on his forehead, and the fire in Somerset Mountain that

look at what’s wrong

help

flashlights into her eyes and talking to her, but she could only see their mouths moving as

nothing wrong with her.

in her hands and looked warily at the nurse who came to take it away. The nurse was

doctor asked, “Mrs. Burton,

and finally responded. I’m

nurses looked at

should

by her tight grip. She never thought that she would remember the events of twenty years ago in such a situation. In her ears were the words of her grandmother, who once said, Memories will

her mother taught her, the origin of the Somerset Mountain fire, and the guy who was hidden in the cellar. She

that

Jennifer!

out of bed and went to

wrong?” Jennifer was keeping guard at the

Give me the phone.

“Mrs. Burton, um…”

to contact

to contact the outside world. How about this? If you have anything

Just tell him that I have something to

number in

Burton, it’s me. Mrs. Burton is asking when you’re coming back as she has something to say to

was on speaker and Justin’s voice came from the other end. “I’m busy with something right now.

will you be

know.” After those three words were spoken, he hung up while

on the couch in disappointment. Jennifer comforted, “Mrs. Burton, it’s okay. He will come over when he’s

just wait for him to come

she suddenly felt as if she was in a trance. The great elation she had

considered her his foe for so long and had tortured her all this while. Besides, the origin of that fire still came from the Hudson Family, so it was not clear who saved who and who was in