When His Eyes Opened By Simple Silence

Chapter 272 She sat on the bed with unconcealable joy on her face.

Five years ago, her stepmother and Wanda’s younger brother, James, stole three hundred million from Tate Industries. After spending most of that fortune, greed had taken over him, and he had planned on making another fortune from Tate Industries. Only this time, he would not be met with three hundred million dollars, just the cold hard hand of the law.

A moment ago, officer Boyd, the police officer who was responsible for the case, had contacted Avery and informed her that James had already boarded the flight back to the country

There was a team of officers at the airport, ready to ambush him. As soon as James landed, he would be arrested.

This was something that Avery had spent years waiting for, and even after hanging up, she could not seem to calm herself down. She wanted to share the good news with her friends, but it was three in the morning, and she could not bring herself to wake them.

She got out of bed and stepped out of the bedroom. She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge to find a few cans of beer that her mother used for cooking. She took out the beer and went to sit down in the living room.

At four in the morning, Elliot was rudely woken from his sleep by the sound of a ringing phone. He scowled and picked up the phone.

When he saw Avery’s name, he thought that he had seen it wrong. He massaged the bridge of his nose and focused on the screen once again, but he was right. It was a call from Avery.

He sat up and picked up the phone without further hesitation, thinking that something bad had happened for her to call him at this hour.

another when they met, so she could not possibly call him

Elliot? Happy

heard Avery’s drunken voice, his heart eased slightly, before tensing

to himself, “But why is she drunk at this time? Is she not at home? She couldn’t be this drunk if

more and more ridiculous!” he scowled with disappointment in

wish you Happy Birthday, why are you yelling at me?”

the beer can in her hand. If only she had her hands on Elliot instead of the can, she would have strangled him

her, before asking, “Why are you drinking? What happened? Where are you? Give

the bed and got out. Striding toward the closet, he

home! Why do you think I‘m this happy?” she giggled, abandoning her composure. Her happiness shone through her

the bed at the

that she really was happy, but he simply did not know

I heard you laugh, Avery,” he

on her face, and for a moment, it felt as though the two

cans into the dustbin, before