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.

of them had long become strangers who barely even spoke to one another when they met, so she could not possibly call him unless something had happened

Elliot? Happy Birthday!”

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

thought to himself, “But why is she drunk

more ridiculous!” he scowled with disappointment in his

called to wish you Happy Birthday, why

hand. If only she had her hands on Elliot instead of the can,

asking, “Why are you drinking?

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

home! Why do you think I‘m this happy?” she giggled,

down by the bed at the sound

she really was happy, but he

long since I heard you laugh,

for a moment, it felt as though the two of them

the beer cans into the dustbin, before getting up from the