He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 214

Because their parents' generation had lived through literal starvation, they believed that simply keeping a child fed was the ultimate act of love. Anything else was just complaining.

Yara let out a heavy sigh. By the time she snapped out of her thoughts, the car had pulled up outside her apartment complex.

As she was about to step out, she leaned over and gave Juniper a gentle hug. "If it were my mom, I'd give everything I had too. Juniper, we both know how hard it is. My heart just breaks for you. I have about thirty thousand dollars saved up. I'll transfer it to your account. Take it. It's all I can do to help."

She paused, letting out another soft sigh. "I really resent my mom. But if something happened to her, she might honestly drop dead the next second. I am the only reason she's still breathing. If anything happened to her, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night. How do mothers and daughters end up acting like bitter enemies? Sometimes I just don't get it."

Neither of them could ever fully make peace with their toxic families.

To outsiders, their childhood trauma sounded like melodramatic complaining. But when they recalled the specific, visceral moments of injustice, that agony transcended time, slicing straight into their current reality. It left a permanent scar.

Just like how Juniper still felt a suffocating wave of despair whenever she remembered stealing that single packet of instant noodles.

Juniper patted Yara gently on the back. "Weren't you saving up for a down payment on a house? I don't need your money. Besides, my dad's treatment is going to cost millions of dollars. Your thirty thousand is a drop in the bucket. The housing market is down right now; it's the perfect time for you to buy. Go get your house. Don't worry about me."

She lowered her eyelashes. "I'm going to find Old Mrs. Saint. Whatever the price is, I will accept it entirely."

Yara fell silent.

Juniper gave her a soft push. "If I took your money, I wouldn't be able to sleep. I know how hard you worked for it. Yara, take care of yourself."

Yara stepped out of the car, nodding slowly through the window.

She turned and walked into her rental complex, only to find Harrison Holt sitting quietly on a bench near the entrance.

Two young women were currently chatting him up, asking if they could take a picture with him. He politely declined.

Looking disappointed, the girls sneakily snapped a photo anyway before running off.

The night was dark, and the streetlights were dim. He sat there alone, completely still.

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