He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 246

The last trace of color drained completely from Beatrice's face. She turned to Juniper in sheer disbelief. "You... you're joking, right? How could Nadine..."

Juniper's lips curved into a faint, bitter smile. "If Brooks didn't have the proof, do you really think he'd be this angry? Mom, she sold your son's legs for fifty thousand dollars."

Beatrice's hands fell limp at her sides. She kept muttering, "Impossible, impossible..."

Nadine's eyes were rolling back into her head. She genuinely felt she was a second away from dying.

"Let her go," Juniper finally spoke. "If you keep choking her, you'll kill her. What happens to the baby then?"

Panting heavily, Brooks finally released his grip. Nadine immediately collapsed onto the floor.

Clutching her throat, her entire body went weak. For a terrifying moment, she had been certain she was going to die.

Pale and trembling, she looked up at Brooks, who was still seated in the wheelchair.

His eyes were filled with pure, unadulterated hatred. Juniper had already shown him the screenshots of the bank transfers. At first, he hadn't believed it, convinced Juniper was just trying to drive a wedge between them.

But then, entirely unprompted, Nadine had eagerly suggested dragging him to this location.

He had no choice but to believe it. He had no choice but to admit how utterly stupid he had been all these years.

He might have been useless, but he had worked his hardest to provide for this family.

His salary had never been high, but every single cent had gone straight to Nadine. He had never hidden a dime for himself!

When Nadine wanted to buy a house in the city, he swallowed his pride and took the money Juniper had sent their parents. When Nadine insisted the deed only have her name on it, he hadn't minded, figuring she was his wife and had suffered enough by marrying him.

He had never been calculating when it came to the family's assets.

Nadine hadn't worked a single day since marrying him.

When she sent him into that deathtrap, had she felt even a sliver of hesitation? They had known each other for so many years...

Brooks's eyes were bloodshot. He wanted nothing more than to drag Nadine to hell with him!

Operating the wheelchair with one hand, Brooks yanked her close and slapped her viciously twice across the face. The heavy blows left Nadine seeing stars. Dropping the innocent act entirely, she aggressively wiped her face. "I'm going to sue you! I'm suing you for domestic abuse!"

Beatrice trailed behind Juniper like a ghost, her face soaked with tears. She reached out to grab Juniper's arm. "I'm just glad you're okay. When I came over here, I thought... if it was really true, I might as well just die. Juniper, I promise I'll get you cured."

Juniper stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Beatrice.

Beatrice was so stubbornly convinced her daughter had a psychiatric disorder. It never occurred to her that this was simply her yielding to authority.

But Beatrice hadn't had much schooling. She didn't understand the complexities of the world.

Asking a rural woman from the absolute bottom of society to challenge medical authority was akin to asking her to challenge the gods.

Exhausted and entirely out of the energy to explain herself, Juniper listened to Brooks's furious roars and Nadine's shrill screams echoing behind them. Her lips twitched. "Mom, the tragedy of this family is half your fault, half Dad's. Brooks's incompetence and cowardice are completely inherited from you two. All my suffering comes from you. People like you never should have had children."

Beatrice looked as if she had been struck by lightning.

Even after humiliating herself at the gala, even after being slapped twice by Lydia Thorne, nothing had ever hurt as much as those words.