He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 166

"Is she a dog you just kick whenever you feel like it?"

"She's my daughter, what business is it of yours? Nelson, kindly leave!"

Beatrice seemed to have finally found a spine, though she still didn't dare meet his eyes.

Nelson's expression was thunderous. The only reason he had respectfully addressed her in the past was out of consideration for Juniper. Otherwise, a woman like her wouldn't even earn a second glance from him.

He wrapped his arm tightly around Juniper's waist, anger burning in his chest, and gently cupped her face. "Does it hurt? Let's get a doctor to look at this."

Juniper turned her face away. "Just go."

"Juniper!"

Half of her face was already swelling aggressively.

Her eyes remained disturbingly calm as a hollow smile touched her lips. "If you stay, I'll just get slapped a few more times. Haven't you realized it yet, Nelson? Every single piece of misery in my life traces back to you."

A sharp pain seized his chest. He stood frozen for a few agonizing seconds, then took a deep breath. "Perfect. Then enjoy rotting in the mud with this pathetic family of yours."

He turned on his heel, marching back to his car, and floored the accelerator, abandoning the entire mess.

Just an hour ago, they had been sharing an intimately devastating moment.

He swallowed hard, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

There was no one in this world more stubbornly ungrateful than Juniper.

Juniper and Beatrice were left standing in silence.

With Nelson gone, Beatrice finally straightened her posture, her eyes brimming with fresh tears. "Mrs. Saint called me. If you keep throwing yourself at Nelson, she won't show you any mercy. June, is a man really more important than everything else? We sacrificed so much to put you through college, how could you..."

She broke down sobbing again.

In her mind, she was the ultimate victim.

Juniper had no energy left for this lecture. She had heard it a thousand times over the years. She simply turned and walked toward the entrance. "I'm going to see Dad."

Beatrice hurriedly wiped her face. "Right, right, let's go see him first."

Standing at the foot of the bed, Juniper watched Walter’s eyes flutter open.

A man who had spent his entire life obsessing over his pride, Walter instantly remembered the humiliation from hours ago. The agony was so immense he violently coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Beatrice shrieked in terror as doctors rushed in.

Juniper knew the psychological blow had completely shattered him. To a man like Walter, being publicly humiliated was a fate worse than death.

He had lived a mediocre life, possessing no real skills and clinging exclusively to his ego to survive.

At the banquet, he had essentially been stripped naked and paraded as a clown for the ultra-wealthy.

Just recalling the memory made Walter want to end it all right there.

If his dignity was going to be trampled in the dirt, he would rather be dead.

He thrashed against the sheets, the veins in his forehead bulging with absolute despair.