The Silent Wife novel (Rachel and Justin) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

By the time Rachel jolted awake from her nightmare, it was already morning. Like a shadow, the nightmares clung to her every night since Justin told her about the grudge between him and Jefferey that day in the hospital stairwell. The fire, the forest…

She had a strange and inexplicable feeling that they were familiar to her in some way. In the dream, there was a loud banging noise that kept on rattling loudly against her temples. Presently, she violently opened her eyes, and it was only after being jolted awake for a moment that she realized someone was knocking at her door.

“Rachel? Rachel!”

Victor? Pulling the covers off her, she got out of bed and opened the door to see Victor standing there holding bags of all sizes. The wound on his face had yet to heal and one of his arms was still in a sling, but his uninjured one was carrying a large number of items. “I thought you weren’t home, Rachel. You took so long to open the door.”

Quickly, she ushered him in and picked up the kettle to pour him a glass of water. Why are you here?

“Oh-there’s no need to busy yourself, Rachel. I’ll be leaving now; I’m simply here to deliver the goods that Madam Tiller said you could use.”

What goods? Subconsciously, she lifted her eyes to look into the bags. However, her hand trembled and she nearly scalded herself. Many of the packages inside the bags were marked with the logos of baby and maternity brands. Instantly, the light in her eyes dimmed.

It was likely that Nancy was looking forward to the birth of this child. Rachel had no idea how she was going to tell her grandmother there would no longer be a child, just like she hadn’t known how to tell her that she was pregnant. Suddenly, she burst into a fit of coughing.

“Are you feeling okay, Rachel?” Victor asked.

I’m fine. I just have a bit of a cold.

Taking in the cold medicine on the table, Victor felt a bit vexed. If he had known Rachel had a cold, he would have come to visit her sooner.

After a moment of silence, he remembered something important and searched through the bags at his feet to pull out a white canvas bag. “By the way, Madam Tiller said I had to deliver this to you. The rest aren’t as important.”

Coming back to her senses, Rachel took the canvas bag from his hands.

Before she even looked inside, she already knew what it was.

It was the ‘wooden box’-the item that her mother left behind.

Having no opposition to Victor’s presence, she pulled out the box in front of him and studied it closely.

“What’s that?”

Something my mother left behind. I have no idea what it is.

“There’s writing carved on top.”

“That cough is pretty bad, Rachel. Maybe you should take some medicine right now. I’ll go get you a spoon!” He stood up immediately.

Very soon, the syrupy smell of medicine wafted throughout the room. After taking it, Rachel sat at the table and stared absent-mindedly at the packaging that the medicine came in, happening to face the side with the medicine’s ingredients listed on it.

Perhaps due to her cold, her brain was hazy, and the writing on the packaging and the wooden box started to drift together. Almost of their own accord, the numbers on the wooden box scrambled atop the formula.

With sudden inspiration, her mind linked them together. The herbs, the dosages… They fit! It was then that

she knew

As Rachel stared down at the six-sided wooden box in front of her, she realized that each side had a different combination of numbers. All of a sudden, she felt like she was enlightened. Six traditional Hudson medicine formulas, all corresponding with the numbers on the box.

“Rachel…” Victor’s voice brought her out of her thoughts.

Startled back to her senses, she stared at him.

“Are you okay, Rachel? Your phone has been ringing for a long time.”

Distractedly, she looked down, only to discover an incoming call on her cell phone from her grandmother.

“Has Victor delivered you the items, Rae?”