He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 87

When daylight broke, the first thing Juniper did upon waking was update the studio group chat on her situation.

The entire team was instantly flooded with concern.

"Which hospital? We'll come see you."

"No need. Just focus on prepping for today's two livestreams. Is Jade okay?"

Someone in the chat tagged Jade.

Jade had spent the entire night in a state of sheer panic. She had been brought to the hospital as well, though her injuries were minor.

To distance herself from the mess she'd orchestrated, she requested a leave of absence in the group chat.

Ironically, she was in the exact same hospital as Juniper—Metropolis Central Hospital.

Juniper replied in the chat, "Glad to hear she's alright."

She didn't mention being abducted. She simply claimed that on her way to check on Jade last night, she had been involved in a minor traffic accident and injured her leg.

Seeing Juniper casually texting in the group chat ignited a flash of venomous hatred in Jade's eyes.

She must have lost her mind. One anonymous text had pushed her to commit a felony.

Taking a sharp breath, she glared at Juniper's messages, gritting her teeth.

Who else was to blame but Juniper?

Why couldn't Juniper just die?!

Juniper rested in bed until the afternoon, looking up as Alistair walked in carrying takeout. He set up the overbed table and carefully unpacked the containers. "I grabbed this from the hospital cafeteria. Take your time eating. I have another patient to check on."

Juniper nodded. "Thank you."

Almost instinctively, Alistair reached out and ruffled her hair.

That was why she hadn't liked Nelson at first and always used Cillian's house as a sanctuary to hide from him.

"You two look very much alike. When I first saw you, I was in a daze. I genuinely thought he had come back to life. But he can't."

She tightened her grip on the spoon. "He died very young. Nineteen."

Alistair studied her face. She was drowning in regret. "What makes you so sure he's dead?"

Juniper's fingers tensed sharply. "Dr. Vaughn, didn't you have another patient to see?"

Taking the hint, Alistair poured her a glass of water and placed it on the tray. "Take your time eating."

He turned and left, heading toward his private office.

Inside his office, a team of bodyguards was already waiting. They stood in grim silence around a woman seated gracefully in the center—Mrs. Saint.