The Silent Wife

Chapter 110

Rachel took the wooden box from the servant and put down her cup of ginger tea without turning a hair. Then,

she gesticulated several words. I’m going upstairs first.

Sue shot a glance at her and grumbled snappishly, “What are you gesturing about?” She almost hated Rachel to death at this moment. Ever since Rachel married into the Burton Family, Julian’s relationship with Justin and herself had gotten worse. She’s simply a scourge, she thought to herself.

Rachel took a hot bath, during which the wooden box kept floating on the water. The swollen and cracked part of its edges chipped off bit by bit, revealing distinct traces of carving on it. On each of its six faces was a different combination of Arabic numerals. “13, 20, 22, 18…” Rachel mouthed to herself. This wooden box was the only thing left behind by her mother, and she had been keeping it in a safe place before this. She had never found a way to open it, but now, it seemed that this wooden box didn’t need to be opened-what mattered were the numbers on its faces instead. What do these numbers mean, though? she thought to herself. “Achoo!” When she sneezed, Rachel finally realized that the water in the bathtub had cooled somewhat.

The rain stopped the following day, and the sky cleared up. After being exposed to the rain for an entire night, Rachel woke up feeling dizzy. Still, she forced herself to get out of bed. She had to take the wooden box and go to Nancy. Perhaps Grandma knows the secret of this wooden box, she thought to herself.

However, as soon as she came downstairs, she came face-to-face with Justin, who was walking down the

stairs opposite her. Since she was startled by this, she quickly gestured without thinking. Where are you going?

A sullen look instantly took over Justin’s face. “I’m going to my office!” Is she so worried that I’ll give Hans a hard time? he thought to himself. After finishing his sentence, he quickly went downstairs and left by car without having breakfast.

Rachel was deeply perturbed as she heard the roar of the car engine outside. Before leaving the Burton Residence, she made a special effort to send Janice a text message. It read, ‘Tell Hans to leave Riverdale as

soon as possible. The sooner, the better.’ Justin might not lay a hand on Hans today, but she couldn’t guarantee that he might suddenly become irritable one day and strike again.

Janice’s reply came soon afterward. ‘It’s none of your concern.’ Her hostile attitude upset Rachel again for a while.

She then took a taxi to Nancy’s place. Nancy had just come home from grocery shopping, and her face lit up with happiness when she saw Rachel. “Don’t you have to go to work today? Why are you here so early in the morning?”

spend time with you, so I took a

the groceries she had bought into the kitchen.

groceries away before tugging at the latter’s

“What is it?”

from her handbag. Right now, it was not so much a wooden box as a rectangular wooden block; it

a moment before she recognized the wooden box. “Is this… what your

Rachel nodded.

took the wooden box from Rachel. “How did it become

this after being soaked in water. It’s covered in numbers. What do these

anything about these numbers back then. She merely told me to give this

Rachel was perplexed for a moment. What could these numbers have to do with the prescription? Over the next three days, she clutched the wooden block in her hand and scrutinized

a phone call. “Where are you?” Janice’s voice sounded chilly,

startled for a moment as she didn’t know how to answer. Just then,

Rachel thought

end of the line as Janice spoke with

trembled, and her cell phone dropped to the

be possible? she thought to

Hans’ face had

police officers. When she saw Rachel, her face

white cloth, Hans’ good-looking face appeared under it, and his lips were completely colorless. Rachel fell

hadn’t tracked his location through his cell phone, the police wouldn’t have found him so soon.” Janice’s voice sounded from behind. “He had his throat slit at the western outskirts of Riverdale. Who do

voice, nor could she cry out loud. Her kindly and serene-looking face looked like that of a robot as

restrain herself. She thundered, “I’m f*cking