The Silent Wife

Chapter 112

Janice showed Rachel a video. “This is the surveillance footage of the municipal hospital’s parking lot. Hans had just been discharged from the hospital that day, and I was about to pick him up. But for some reason, he left the inpatient department alone and was caught up from behind by two men.”

Rachel could see the scenes in the video very clearly. Two men dressed in black caught up to Hans from behind and dragged him into a van, leaving only a wheelchair in the parking lot. He didn’t even have the opportunity to call for help, nor could he run away in time. At the sight of the scene, Rachel felt very suffocated; she felt out of breath with a lump in her throat. How hopeless he must’ve felt at that time!

“These two men are fugitives with a criminal record. For now, the investigation shows no connection with

Justin. The police suspect that Hans was killed because he saw something that shouldn’t be seen.” Janice put away her cell phone. “A smuggling transaction, perhaps.”

Rachel couldn’t breathe as she placed her hands on the ground. Even if Justin wasn’t the one who did it, such a thing would never have happened if he didn’t break Hans’ leg.

After Janice left, Rachel went back to the city in Gloria’s car. Since she could no longer stay at the Burton Residence, Gloria took her to her apartment. “You can stay here first for the time being. Few people know about this, so it’ll be over once you compose yourself and apologize to him as soon as possible. After that, just go to work as you’re supposed to. Life goes on, anyway.”

Rachel’s face was pale as she gripped the sofa cushion. Do I have to apologize to him? She laughed. Why should she apologize to a madman who had deliberately hurt people?

Gloria darted a look at her. “I understand how you feel right now…” she said. At first, she wanted to say something, but she ultimately bit back the words on the tip of her tongue. “Never mind. Just get a good rest first.”

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, and the house fell silent.

hand on the sofa to support herself, Rachel got up and looked around her. The apartment Justin had arranged for Gloria was a duplex in an

filled the bathtub with cold water, and soaked herself in

opened was heard outside. By then, Rachel had drunk herself unconscious. When the man pushed the bathroom door open and saw the bathtub filled with red water, his expression changed at once. “Rachel!” A pair of large hands immediately lifted her out of the bathtub. Her clothes were soaked through, but there were no wounds on her body. Only then did Justin notice the red wine

bellowed, “Do you want to die? Are you sulking here for someone to see? Just slit your wrists and hang yourself if you have the guts! How dare you threaten to kill

looked drunkenly at the man before her eyes. Since she no longer had the strength

this what you want to see? Hans is dead.

that I have nothing to do with his

is the world that we live in. It overflows with material desires, and whoever is rich climbs to the top

flew into a rage and slammed her head into the bathtub. “The way I see it, you really are

filled with alcohol-flavored water as the sound of churning water resounded in her ears. When Justin’s large hand grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head up, she leaned against the bathtub and coughed non-stop. She had become much more sober,

sober I am, the

time. Do you think I’ll let you off if you pretend that you want to kill yourself? You want to ask for a divorce,

Rachel to a well-known clubhouse in Riverdale. As soon as they arrived, a heavily made-up middle-aged woman took Rachel to the dressing room to change her clothes without the need

on almost suffocated her. Meanwhile, Frankie looked nervous as he

from her lips. “Since when have you started paying attention to these things, Mr. Beckham? Don’t worry, someone brought here by President Burton himself mustn’t be an ordinary person, so she’ll be presented to

he could finish his sentence. “Well, you look really demure.” Rosaline immediately went up and grabbed her. “You’re lucky, my