He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 356

Margot closed her eyes with a heavy sigh, feeling as though the anxiety weighing on her chest was entirely endless.

Her mind drifted back to the child they had lost so long ago. "If only time could flow backward. If we hadn't lost that child, my youngest wouldn't have been so heartbroken that he left the country, and he and his wife wouldn't be childless to this day. I heard they adopted a son, but I have no idea if that's even true."

"Madam, please don't torment yourself over these things. Everyone has their own fate."

Margot put on her reading glasses as her phone buzzed. It was a text from Elias.

She had sent him dozens of photos, and he had finally replied.

[What an ugly bunch.]

Margot chuckled bitterly, rubbing her temples. "This boy, honestly..."

Before she could finish her sentence, another photo came through.

It was a candid shot taken at the banquet last night; someone must have sent it to Elias without her knowing.

Elias forwarded the picture with a single follow-up message:

[The one in the black dress is nice.]

Margot glanced at the women in the photo. She recognized several of them, and one of them was Lydia.

Lydia had indeed worn a black dress the previous night.

Margot sighed heavily and massaged her forehead. "It seems he really hasn't given up. Forget it... we'll deal with this later."

You couldn't force fate, after all.

The Harrington Sovereign made its way back to the docks, arriving precisely at noon.

Nelson carried Josie down the gangway. The moment Josie caught a glimpse of the river, she whimpered in terror and buried her face in his chest.

Nelson frowned. Once they were home, he immediately brought in a psychologist to evaluate her.

But no matter what the professional said, Josie remained completely mute.

The entire Saint family came to check on her, but Josie refused to utter a single word. Whenever she was away from Nelson, she completely shut down.

Yvonne Saint was so heartbroken she nearly fainted.

The old man sighed and sat back in his chair. "Bring Master Alaric in."

Master Alaric arrived that evening. Josie was brought out and held tightly in Lydia's arms, but the child wouldn't stop shaking, her lips completely drained of color.

The master examined her carefully, pinched his fingers together in calculation, and frowned deeply. "Has anyone outside the family entered the estate in the last three months?"

Lydia replied, "No, only family members..."

She paused mid-sentence, furrowing her brow. "Actually, two people came to see Grandma."

She looked at the old man and said hesitantly, "Juniper Lane gets along well with Grandma and was invited over a few times. The other is Dr. Alistair Vaughn, who treats Margot Harrington. Margot's health has completely recovered recently."

The implication was clear: it couldn't be Alistair, or the Harrington family would be experiencing bad luck as well.

She looked at the master with feigned anxiety. "Does that have something to do with this?"

Master Alaric sighed. "If possible, keep that woman away from the Saint family. Her aura violently clashes with the family's luck. If she continues to come around, more tragedies will strike. The very young and the very old have the weakest life forces, which is why they are the first to suffer. If this continues, it will soon start affecting the rest of you."

The old man's face darkened with absolute seriousness.