He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 156

She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole; whatever fragile dignity she had left was being sliced into a thousand pieces.

"Enough!!"

Arthur Sterling finally roared, turning his furious gaze to the security team. "Throw these two out! Are we just going to stand here and let them make a mockery of us?!"

Beatrice flinched on the floor, tears streaming down her face. But as she looked up, she locked eyes with Juniper, who was standing just a few feet away.

It was as if she had suddenly found her lifeline. "June."

She scrambled to get up and run toward her, but remembering where she was, she froze, covering her face in shame.

She knew she had humiliated herself beyond repair tonight.

These were powerful, important people, and her husband was standing half-naked with his massive beer belly, throwing a drunken tantrum right in front of them.

She hadn't just destroyed her own dignity; she had completely annihilated Juniper's.

Juniper's lips were bloodless. She could feel the scorching, mocking stares of the elite crowd burning into her skin.

She lowered her eyelashes, standing in agonizing silence for a few seconds before walking forward and gently helping Beatrice up.

Beatrice's legs gave out. She had always felt hopelessly inferior around wealthy people, looking like a newborn lamb thrown into a den of wolves.

"June. June."

She kept repeating Juniper's name, clinging to her like a drowning woman.

Juniper's voice was barely a whisper. "Let's go. We're going home."

But before they could move, a bodyguard kicked Walter hard in the stomach, sending him crashing to the floor as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The Sterling family's security team swarmed Walter, raining kicks down on him as if trying to beat him to death.

The sheer agony sobered Walter up instantly, and he began howling in pain.

Horrified by the brutal beating, Beatrice screamed and tried to rush over. "Stop! Stop hitting him!"

Felicity Lawrence was standing in the crowd, surrounded by a group of wealthy young heiresses.

She had watched Juniper's humiliating spectacle unfold from start to finish.

Hearing Juniper's eerie laugh, she couldn't hold back anymore and snapped, "You psycho! What the hell are you laughing at?! Lydia is trying to help you, and you don't even appreciate it! Do you want your dad to keep embarrassing himself in front of everyone? Just wait until tomorrow—no one will ever go near you after this. Everyone's going to remember this freak show. Being friends with you means getting targeted by your lunatic family. I don't know how you even had the nerve to sneak in here."

She rolled her eyes, practically vibrating with vicious joy at seeing Juniper so publicly destroyed.

But the moment the insult left her mouth, she met Nelson's icy glare and violently flinched, as if an invisible hand had just clamped around her throat.

Felicity's eyes reddened with angry tears as she bit her lip, clutching her champagne glass in terror.

A heavy silence fell over the room as the crowd exchanged amused, judgmental glances, waiting for the drama to escalate.

In that silence, Nelson stepped forward, wrapping a firm arm around Juniper's shoulder and steering her toward Walter.

Juniper frowned, violently pulling away. "Let go of me."