The Silent Wife novel (Rachel and Justin) novel Chapter 539

Just as Rachel thought she and Justin were doomed for sure, that black shadow suddenly halted its movement. Then, there was a whisper. “Miss Hudson?” It was a warm and familiar male voice, but it sounded a bit uncertain.

Immediately, Rachel’s eyes lit up when she heard the voice. She quickly wiped her tears away and whisper-shouted, “Nathan! Is that you?” The black shadow did not hesitate to step out from behind the trees when he heard her reply; it was a tall figure with a lifelike dragon tattoo on his left arm. It was indeed Nathan.

“Miss Hudson!” He hurriedly walked toward them. “Are you all right?”

She nodded. “I’m fine, but we can’t stay here for long. I don’t have time to explain now. Nathan, help me carry him. We gotta leave this mountain quickly.” She was grateful that unexpected help arrived and the only thing she wanted was to leave the forest as soon as possible.

“Wait!” Nathan stopped her from leaving in a rush. He tore a piece of his cloth and carefully wrapped it around Justin’s severed finger to stop the bleeding before advising her, “You can’t follow this path anymore. Let’s use the other one right up to the mountain.” After he finished instructing, he carried Justin on his back and walked along the path he pointed.

Hearing that, Rachel glanced at Nathan’s back and followed him. Ah, of course, he must have found us by following the trail of blood. However, it was only after some time that she realized they were walking in the wrong direction. “Up to the mountain? Why? We should be heading down!”

“You won’t be able to leave the mountain; the exits must have been blocked and heavily searched now. Just follow me, okay? I know the way.” As he spoke, he felt that Justin was slipping down from his back, so he lifted Justin up a bit and quickened his pace.

It was nighttime.

Enistan’s nightly news reporter was broadcasting about the fire at Idyll Mountain’s villa. “It seems that the fire first broke out in a room and quickly spread across the villa. Fortunately, no casualties have been reported…”

The old man in the rocking chair snorted coldly when he heard the phrase ‘no casualties’.

“Master.” A young man offered him a glass of whiskey and stood quietly beside him.

The old man took the glass and said, “That’s why we always say, do the right thing. Those who have done so many evil things when they’re alive won’t even be remembered when they die, let alone having someone collecting their corpses.”

The young man did not respond; his eyes were fixed on the TV.

It was early morning. The room at the villa was cordoned off and the firefighters were still doing the final cleanup after the fire was extinguished. Less than a mile away from the scene, no one noticed there was a bungalow with twelve corpses lying next to each other, all charred and unrecognizable.

Slap! A loud slap reverberated in the living room as soon as it landed on Caroline’s face—her head was titled and blood could be seen in the corner of her mouth. She straightened her back and wiped away the blood, but Sabrina did not give her any chance to recover. Slap! Another slap landed on Caroline’s face. “Useless thing! Had you arrived earlier, this would not have happened!”

“It was my fault. I’m sorry.”

“So what if it’s your fault? Can you die in my brother’s stead?” No matter how doughty Sabrina had always been, she still could not control her emotions the moment she saw the corpses piling up in the living room. The fact that she could not even identify her own brother led her to release her anger on Caroline.

Caroline remained silent. Sabrina, who was in a state of restlessness and grief, continued yelling at her, “Now who the hell set the fire?!”

“I don’t have any decisive conclusion just yet, but I noticed the two blind girls who were serving Dillon are gone.”