He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 159

Beatrice flared up. "We're doing this for your own good! If you're sick, you need treatment! Running away won't fix anything, I—"

She cut herself off, suddenly remembering there was an outsider standing right next to them. "The point is, we came all this way specifically for you."

Juniper simply turned and followed Quinn, refusing to engage in the argument.

Beatrice hurried after her, her voice laced with anxiety. "I don't even know where your father went. He doesn't know the city, he can't use a ride-hailing app, and he's completely useless."

Beatrice had married Walter at a very young age. He was a violently toxic man, the kind who made life an absolute nightmare for anyone around him, but Beatrice had spent her entire life chained to him. She let out a long sigh. "We need to go find your dad. He's not even wearing a shirt; he must be freezing."

Juniper ignored the complaints, pulling open the car door and motioning for Beatrice to get in.

Beatrice couldn't name a single luxury car brand, but one look at the sleek exterior told her this vehicle cost a fortune.

She climbed into the back seat nervously, barely daring to put her feet on the floor mats out of fear of dirtying them.

But before she could say another word, Juniper slammed the door shut. "Go back first, Mom."

Seeing her firmly plant her feet on the pavement, Quinn knew she wasn't getting in. He switched to a compromising tone. "Ms. Lane, I'll have someone else arrange a ride for you."

Juniper turned away, pulling out her phone to text Zara.

Zara had witnessed the entire disaster unfold, but as the bride, it wasn't her place to intervene on Juniper's behalf.

Plus, Arthur Sterling's authority over the event was absolute.

Now that Zara finally had a quiet moment, she immediately messaged Juniper to check on her.

Juniper replied, asking if she could borrow a hat and a mask.

She needed to cover her face before walking out to hail a cab.

Zara thought for a second before replying: *I'll send one of my people to escort you out. Wait by the rose wall in the corner of the courtyard.*

Relieved, Juniper quickly texted back: *Okay.*

Meanwhile, Nelson carried Josie over to a massive marble pillar as she tugged on his sleeve.

He was the only idiot who took her words seriously, time and time again.

It was just a child speaking out of turn.

He carried Josie back into the grand hall. The Sterlings had rented out the entire hotel for the night, meaning many of the VIP guests would be staying over.

Yvonne let out a visible sigh of relief when she saw Nelson return, having feared he would actually sprint out into the night after Juniper.

Exhausted and entirely uninterested in networking, Nelson left the hall and headed straight for a temporary suite on the third floor reserved for VIP guests.

Josie hopped out of his arms, saying she wanted to go find Lydia.

Lydia held Josie's hand, smiling perfectly as she chatted with the surrounding socialites, but her mind was miles away.

Nelson had gone up to rest alone. Tonight was the perfect opportunity.

She swallowed hard, handed Josie back to Yvonne, and slipped away into a secluded corner of the corridor.