He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 335

Juniper stood calmly by the hospital bed, staring down at him. "Who stopped you in that hotel room years ago?"

Lucas froze, shock written all over his face. No wonder!

No wonder the scandal had never blown up! Juniper had completely lost her memory of that day!

Lucas began trembling with sick excitement. For the past two days, he had been living in absolute terror that Nelson would find out, which would mean certain death for him.

Secrets eventually leaked. He knew the truth would come out sooner or later, unless Juniper died.

But Lydia had yet to make her move, and Juniper was still breathing, leaving Lucas drowning in constant anxiety.

Now, a twisted sense of relief washed over him, and he actually burst into laughter. "How the hell should I know? Juniper, don't go thinking Nelson is on your side. You're not even worth a single hair on my cousin's head!"

Lucas was in agonizing pain. For a man, this kind of injury was worse than death.

But at least he was still alive. He regretted ever coming back to the country. He should have just stayed abroad!

Juniper leaned in slowly, looking at him with pity. "Lydia was the one who called you back to the country, wasn't she? Did you ever stop to wonder why she suddenly wanted you back? Did she casually mention I was in the city? Did she hint that you could make a move, and even imply that Nelson wouldn't interfere?"

She left the thought hanging, stood up slowly, and looked at him with tragic sorrow.

Lucas froze, his face flushing violently as he struggled. "Don't try to drive a wedge between us! If it weren't for you..."

He erupted into a violent fit of coughing, wishing he could leap out of bed and tear Juniper to pieces. But the pain radiating through his body was entirely paralyzing.

Juniper turned and walked away.

Panic gripped Lucas. What if what Juniper said was the truth? No, it couldn't be. That was impossible.

He had always had a great relationship with his cousin.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he suddenly recalled his initial phone call with Lydia. She really had mentioned Juniper.

Hearing Juniper was in the city was like dangling a piece of raw meat in front of a starving wolf, which was exactly why he had rushed back so eagerly. Although Lydia had technically told him to be careful, she hadn't actually done anything to stop him.

Conversely, Master Zale loathed Professor York's self-righteous arrogance. In this society, everyone had to bow to power eventually. Professor York's insistence on maintaining his lofty principles had cost him his university position, and in Master Zale's eyes, it served him right.

Master Zale asked Juniper, "Would you care to join me for a cup of tea?"

Juniper nodded and followed him to the tearoom inside the auction house.

She ordered a pot of tea, maintaining a perfectly calm demeanor the entire time.

Master Zale studied her face for a moment before letting out a sigh. "You really are like Professor York. The exact same stubborn pride. But why haven't you gone to see him? Didn't you know the old man has had a miserable few years?"

Juniper's hands faltered. She hadn't kept in touch with Professor York these past few years and honestly had no idea what had happened to him.

She poured him a cup of tea. Master Zale stared at the amber liquid as if carefully choosing his words. He finally sighed again. "If I told you it had something to do with you, would you be shocked? It's just a theory of mine. Years ago, Professor York took on an incredibly talented final student. He was planning to introduce her to the industry, but for some unknown reason, he never did. I asked around and heard his student had run into some serious trouble. When I went to visit the couple, his wife was just about to leave for Oakley. She said she was going there to investigate the matter."

Juniper's heart violently seized in her chest. She swallowed hard. "When was this?"

Master Zale gave her a rough timeframe, his brow slightly furrowed. "Right around that date. When I visited, his wife hadn't left yet, so she must have gone to Oakley shortly after. She never came back. Professor York suffered a stroke and kept the truth buried. He just had a friend set up a tiny memorial stone for her over there. As for the specifics of what happened, I have no idea. But I recently found out that after you dropped out of Capital University, you went back to Oakley. That's why I think this might be connected to you."