The Silent Wife

Rachel was shocked. Who is helping me? she thought to herself. She wrote down on the paper, ‘Sir, could you tell me who paid the money so that I can thank the person?’

After recalling how Julian had told him not to let it slip, the hospital director could only refuse with a smile, “I’m sorry, Miss Hudson, but the person forbade our hospital to reveal his name, so please forgive me for withholding the information.”

Rachel nodded in disappointment. On her way back, she kept thinking about this. Out of the people she knew, no one could have helped her to pay the money in full. No matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn’t figure out who it was. Even though she didn’t understand why the person wanted to help her, she had to repay such an act of great kindness! I don’t need to worry. I’ll find a way to find the benefactor in the future either way, she thought to herself.

The car soon returned to the Burton Residence. At that moment, the sky gradually darkened; no sooner had Rachel arrived did Julian come back as well. As luck would have it, they met again in the living hall. “I was about to pick you up and send you back, Miss Hudson. I searched all over the hospital, but I didn’t find you; it wasn’t until I asked the nurse that I learned you had left,” said Julian as he greeted her with a smile. For some reason, seeing the fair and beautiful face before his eyes put him in a good mood. It was as if all the fatigue he felt after spending an entire day operating on patients had been swept away.

Rachel smiled apologetically and wrote to him. ‘Thank you, Dr. Peters. I had something else to attend to, so I left first.’

smiled, revealing his white and shiny regular teeth, Meanwhile, his eyes sparkled as though there were stars in them. “You don’t have to thank me since it’s nothing. I can give you a lift again if you want to go to

had shown her kindness. He was Sue’s son, but the mother and son were unlike each other. Compared to the stern Sue, Julian had an unusually great affability

handwriting. “Yes. Please be rest assured,

relief upon hearing his

before Rachel went upstairs. As soon as she entered her room, she saw Justin sitting on the sofa. He lit a cigarette with dexterity while fiddling with the cigarette case and lighter in his hand. His expression was cryptic and hard to discern in the curling white smoke, causing the atmosphere in the entire room

outside the kitchen last time, so could this be a chance encounter

day; when you came back, you two exchanged glances and chatted for a long time downstairs.