He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 303

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As the saying went, a beggar wouldn't envy a millionaire; they only envied a wealthier beggar.

They were from the same small town, started from the exact same place, and now Forrest was living the high life, constantly bossing them around. They had been harboring a grudge for a long time. If there was a chance to drag him down, why wouldn't they take it?

They hurriedly poured Forrest more beer. "Your dad did it? Did your dad kill someone? Forrest, come on, tell us."

But Forrest was completely blacked out, slumped face-first against the table.

Sitting at the table directly behind them, Juniper's hands were clenched into tight fists.

She took a deep breath, quietly pulling the brim of her hat down further.

She had always believed her mother's death was a tragic accident—that she had thrown herself into the river out of sheer despair. Her shoes had been placed so neatly on the bank. Beatrice Lane had suffered an unimaginable blow during that time. To a woman whose entire world revolved around money, losing two million dollars in a flash, followed by mocking phone calls and venomous words from her own children, it made sense that Beatrice would drown herself.

Juniper lowered her eyelashes, her eyes burning red. All her assumptions had been based on Beatrice's money-obsessed nature.

Yet, Beatrice had been willing to empty her bank account of two million dollars without a second thought, even dipping into the secret savings she had hoarded for years, just to pay for Juniper's medical treatment.

Juniper had been actively avoiding that truth because thinking about it felt like a knife twisting in her chest.

The reality was, she had never truly understood Beatrice. She had never understood her own mother.

She suddenly recalled Beatrice's words. *"June, I cut ties with all those men. I was so scared people would talk behind your back and judge you. All I wanted was to get you better..."*

Juniper instinctively clutched her stomach, her lips turning a sickly white.

Behind her, the men were still prodding the unconscious body. "Forrest, wake up! Come on, Forrest, tell us!"

They were desperate to dig up the secret, but Forrest was dead to the world.

The guys cursed under their breath, regretting pouring so much liquor down his throat.

They hauled Forrest to his feet and dragged him home.

Juniper sat frozen in place for a long time. If Beatrice hadn't committed suicide, then she was going to hunt down the truth no matter what it took.

Her fists remained tightly clenched. She reached up to rub her aching eyes. At the very least, her mother deserved justice.

She took a slow, deep breath. She hired a private investigator to track Forrest's daily movements.

Forrest currently had over a million dollars sitting in his bank account. With no mortgage and no job, his days consisted entirely of drinking with his buddies or hitting the clubs.