The Day Silence Spoke novel Chapter 328

Meeting his indifferent gaze, Latisha lowered her eyes. She stood up, intending to put the box away, but a long-fingered hand shot out and grabbed it first.

Latisha froze. Before she could react, he snatched the box from her and tossed it aside. It clattered to the floor, spilling the paper scraps everywhere. A gust of wind blew in, scattering the torn pieces across the room.

Latisha stared at the mess, her mind a complete blank. She didn't know how to react.

Instinctively, she moved to pick up the pieces, but Clifford grabbed her wrist, yanking her back. She could see the fury dancing in his eyes.

“Is being by my side really so painful for you?” he snarled, his anger flaring as he looked into her tear-filled eyes. “You want a divorce, is that it?”

Latisha’s whole body trembled. She stared at him, stunned.

“Fine,” he spat. “I’ll grant you your wish. Go fly your kites and ride your hot air balloons. Go do whatever you want!”

He violently shoved her away and stormed upstairs without a backward glance.

Latisha stood there in a daze. She didn’t understand why Clifford had suddenly exploded with such rage, or why he was now the one willing to grant her a divorce.

A sharp pain shot through her head. She clutched her temples and slowly crumpled to the ground. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing her brain, ready to make it explode. The pain was worse than ever before.

Overwhelmed, she collapsed onto the cold floor, pressing her forehead against the tiles, hoping the chill would numb the agony in her head.

Upstairs, Clifford was on the phone, his face grim.

“Your leg is broken. Are your mouth and hands broken too?”

“Hahaha, Clifford, you’re in a bad mood right now. We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down.”

Santino hung up.

Clifford tossed his phone onto the desk and walked out of the study. As he passed the bedroom, he glanced inside and saw a suitcase on the floor. Latisha was packing her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them inside. When the suitcase was too full, she knelt on it, trying to press it shut.

Clifford stood in the doorway, watching her actions, a vein throbbing in his forehead.