The Silent Wife novel (Rachel and Justin) novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330 The Dusty Truth

Justin supported himself against the table as blood rushed to his head, making him feel very dizzy. Frankie was worried. “President Burton, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Those words had only just left Justin’s mouth when he abruptly stumbled. He could barely stand as all the strength left his knees.

Frankie moved quickly to support Justin. “President Burton, are you feeling dizzy again? I’ll send you to the hospital.”

“No need!” Justin clenched his fists tightly and it took a long while for him to recover his strength.

The difference in Rachel’s attitude almost made her seem like she was a different person altogether. Her voice over the phone was so cold that she sounded like a stranger when he would rather have her show some emotions for him. However, there was nothing—not the slightest hint whatsoever.

“President Burton, please don’t be angry. The Legal Department is urgently working on this matter. Mr. Foster has no contractual integrity either. You originally planned to hand these warehouses to President Hudson out of kindness, but now… What a terrible mess. I’ll go and explain to President Hudson.”

“No need.” Justin leaned against the chair and slowly lowered himself into the seat. “You can leave for now.”

Frankie was slightly taken aback by those words and glanced at Justin a few times with worry. Before he left, he quietly heaved a sigh in his heart. Who could have imagined that things would turn into such a huge mess? I’m sure President Hudson thinks that Mr. Burton is deliberately finding faults with her. At this point, it’s impossible to clear up this misunderstanding.

After Frankie left, Justin quietly sat at his desk alone. A pounding headache threatened to split his head apart as he tremblingly pulled open the drawer on his left to search for his medicine. It took some searching before he found the bottle of medicine, only to discover that the bottle was empty.

A moment of dizziness washed over him, causing him to collapse to the floor. The pain was so intense that he could barely breathe. His entire body curled up into a ball; his complexion was pale and his body was drenched in cold sweat.

He did not know how long passed. All of a sudden, an image of the accident that occurred five years before flashed through his mind.

Crash. There was a loud crash that was accompanied by the sharp squeal of brakes. The car he was driving had slammed into the protective barrier along the highway to the airport, after which the entire car teetered on the edge of the road and his vision gradually turned hazy.

Before he lost consciousness, he was staring up at the sky. A plane swept across the shattered sky beyond the shattered windscreen in an arc, passing through the clouds and heading for the other side of the ocean.

“Ahhh!” Justin suddenly let out a cry of pain and clutched his head.

Resembling the floodwaters that rushed out of a broken dam, various unfamiliar memories flooded his mind. These memories gradually washed away the original and inaccurate memories, replacing them with abusive and violent behavior…

He remembered everything.

He did not know how much time passed, but the hand that was clutching tightly at his head slowly relaxed. Using the chair and desk nearby to support himself, he staggered to his feet with difficulty since he was breathing heavily and his entire body trembled.

At this moment, the dusty memories that had been sealed away for five whole years were swirling madly in his head.

Five years ago, he was the one who wronged Rachel. Everything was a mistake. Be it gratitude or revenge, all of them were wrong.

A layer of mist suddenly covered the man’s eyes. Forbearance, regret, pain… He was flooded with a myriad of emotions that tangled together, which left him feeling guilty and remorseful for the distant past.

Five years ago.

It was the third day since Rachel left. Justin searched the entire Riverdale but failed to locate even the slightest hint of her shadow.

He sat on the couch in the living room of the Burton Residence. A scar stretched from his forehead across his stern face and it was this scar that made him look terrifying as though his entire face had been divided into two. At this moment, his expression was extremely gloomy.

Frankie couldn’t help shuddering when he entered and saw this sight, after which he cautiously said, “President Burton, the person you wanted has been brought here.”

Upon hearing those words, Justin immediately rose from the sofa. “Bring him in.”

The words had only just left his mouth when two of his subordinates entered from outside with an old man who was being restrained.