The Day Silence Spoke novel Chapter 247

But Ziven knew he had to stop her. "Ma'am, I've brought you dinner. There's no need to cook."

Latisha’s hands stilled. She looked at him again, waiting.

"Mr. Lambert went on a business trip," Ziven said gently. "So you don't need to make all this."

Latisha stared at Ziven for a long moment, as if to confirm he wasn't lying, before slowly setting down the knife. She took out her phone and typed, *Who did he go with?*

Ziven suddenly became evasive, his eyes darting away from hers. The answer was obvious. It was Yesenia.

Latisha's expression flickered. She glanced at the ingredients spread across the counter, pursed her lips, and walked out of the kitchen.

Ziven quickly unpacked the food he'd brought and set it on the table, watching as she sat down to eat. She ate in complete silence, her demeanor calm, as if nothing had happened. There was no anger, no sadness. It was precisely this quiet acceptance that filled Ziven with an inexplicable frustration, a tightness in his chest that he couldn't release.

After she finished, Latisha thanked him. Ziven hurriedly packed up and fled the villa. Just delivering meals for a few days had left him feeling down. He couldn't imagine how Latisha endured being trapped here day after day. Wasn't Mr. Lambert worried she would become depressed?

Latisha glanced at the clock on the wall. It was half-past nine. She picked up her notebook again, but staring at the blank page, she didn't know what to write. She sat there on the sofa, motionless, until the sun came up.

Dr. Harmon arrived in the morning, her test results in hand. He stood beside her, his expression hesitant and somber. Latisha looked up at him. She felt even more nervous than he looked. Seeing his face, her heart had already sunk.

After a long silence, he handed her the report. Latisha took it with trembling hands. She unfolded the papers, but as her eyes neared the final diagnosis, she squeezed them shut. She took a full minute to steel herself before finally forcing her gaze down to the conclusion.

"Most people in this situation use voice recorders or make videos, but for you… it's probably best to stick with the notebook."

He had to ask one more time. "Are you absolutely certain you don't want to tell Mr. Lambert?"

At the mention of his name, Latisha snapped back to reality. She shook her head frantically, her eyes pleading with him not to tell Clifford.

"Sigh… but if you don't tell him… what are you going to do?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "It isn't safe for you to be here all alone every day…"

Dr. Harmon wanted to press the issue, but Latisha just kept shaking her head, quickly typing a message for him: *Not yet. It's not that severe right now. I still remember most things.*