He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 149

Over the following week, the online storm completely died down.

No one spoke of Juniper anymore, and her life returned to a peaceful rhythm.

But Lydia Thorne had zero intention of letting her live happily ever after.

Early every morning, she busied herself downstairs before chauffeuring Josie to St. Jude’s Academy.

In the evenings, she worked alongside the maids, carefully polishing the family's antique collection.

Yvonne Saint had been plagued by migraines lately. Seeing Lydia acting so devoted, she sighed. "Sit down. Let the staff handle those chores."

"But Yvonne, these are Nelson's favorite pieces."

That meant she had to do it herself.

She paused, feigning hesitation. "Nelson injured his hand again. He came home very late about a week ago and refused to let the doctor treat it. I can't help but wonder if it's because of Juniper..."

There was no way Yvonne hadn't heard about the massive scandal surrounding Juniper.

She had assumed the public outcry would be enough to destroy the girl, but the narrative had flipped with infuriating speed.

"Yvonne, I think Nelson might have pulled some strings to help her online. You know how he was during those years abroad..."

Yvonne's face drained of color, her chest heaving violently as she pressed her lips together.

Her migraine, which was already bad, felt like it was splitting her skull open.

A triumphant glint flashed in Lydia's eyes as she gently handed Yvonne a cup of tea. "And the last time Nelson ended up in the hospital, it was because of Juniper too. He just threatened Felicity and me into keeping our mouths shut. But seeing him hurt himself over her again, I just couldn't stay silent anymore."

Yvonne ignored the tea, fury eclipsing her rationality. "But he said it was a rejection reaction from his transplant."

Lydia sighed softly, setting the cup down. "He hasn't had a rejection reaction in years. Why would it suddenly flare up now? It was just a convenient excuse so you wouldn't go after Juniper."

Yvonne slowly closed her eyes. She absolutely refused to let her son be destroyed by some pathetic little tramp.

"Yvonne, didn't you mention offering Beatrice Lane a two-million dollar settlement? Perhaps..."

"We're going to the city tomorrow to find June."

Walter Lane was scrolling through loud, obnoxious short videos on his phone. He didn't even blink.

Beatrice shot up in bed. "The Saints just called me! They said they're going to destroy June. We have to go bring her back."

"Go by yourself. As far as I'm concerned, I don't have a daughter."

Walter was dead set on never seeing Juniper's face again, though his mindless scrolling did slow down.

Beatrice laid back down. "She's still our flesh and blood, Walter. Do you really not care about her at all?"

Walter fell silent. He was nearing sixty. He used to be so proud of that girl. She was gorgeous, brilliant, and everyone in town envied him.

But for the past few years, he barely left the house, utterly paralyzed by the fear of neighbors whispering behind his back.

Beatrice wiped at her tears. "Are you really going to wait until we're planning her funeral to be happy?"