He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 258

The assistant didn't argue, simply replying, "Understood."

Caleb hung up just as he saw Juniper walking over.

He had texted her earlier, letting her know it was time to leave.

He opened the car door for her, and she slipped inside.

She looked pale. Had something happened?

Before he could ask, a man came striding fiercely toward them from the distance.

There were glaring red handprints on the man's face, his cheeks visibly swollen.

It was Nelson.

Caleb's eye twitched as he watched Juniper get out of the back and climb into the driver's seat.

His keys were still in the ignition.

Nelson reached the car and was just about to speak when the vehicle suddenly sped off.

He was left standing in a cloud of exhaust fumes, watching the taillights vanish into the night.

Caleb, who hadn't even gotten into his own car yet, was left stranded on the sidewalk.

Nelson let out a dark, frustrated laugh. After everything that had happened tonight, she truly despised him now.

He pressed his lips into a tight line as Caleb finally spoke up. "Mr. Saint."

Nelson didn't acknowledge him, his gaze still fixed on the direction the car had disappeared.

Yvonne swallowed hard, her eyes welling with tears. "Thank God! Thank God! Lydia went to the temple to pray for your grandmother and your brother just the other day. It must have worked!"

She wiped her eyes and sighed softly. "Thank you for handling the transfer. Once your brother wakes up, the burden on your shoulders will lighten."

Nelson had never wanted to take over the family business; he had been forced into the position. He simply gave a noncommittal "Mhm," looking down at the unconscious man in the bed.

Yvonne's tone turned anxious. "You need to visit the Thorne family more often. They dote on Lydia, and don't forget who's backing her. You cannot afford to dig your own grave."

Thinking of Lydia's performance tonight, Nelson let out a cold scoff. "Right."

Yvonne hated his attitude but was helpless against it. She sighed again. "You remember the crisis our family faced a few years ago. We were collaborating closely with the Harringtons. After your grandfather retired, Arthur Harrington took complete control. Back then, the Harringtons lost their only granddaughter. If the Thorne family hadn't brought Lydia in to keep Mrs. Harrington company, she might not have survived the grief. To this day, the elder Mrs. Harrington spoils Lydia rotten. At least until your brother wakes up, it's best you don't expose what happened all those years ago."

The Saint family was incredibly powerful, but their political influence had waned after the elder Saint's retirement.

The Harringtons, however, had deep-rooted legacy power. They rarely involved themselves in business—except for twenty-something years ago, when their youngest son and his wife moved abroad. Legend had it they struck gold, securing several diamond mines and becoming the most renowned overseas diamond merchants. Combined with their domestic political backing, the Harringtons arguably held the upper hand.