The Silent Wife

'The plan might have to be brought forward!

Hans' reply came in an instant. 'What happened?'

'The Burton Family is keeping me in the villa on the outskirts.

'What did he do to you? Are you okay?'

I'm okay for now, but I think now's a good opportunity. When I came, I used the winding mountain road. Although it's different from the route we previously planned to use, perhaps it'll make more sense if I met with an accident on the way back to the city!

It was difficult to convince Justin with their original plan of her 'committing suicide'. After all, with so many suicide methods, it would be rather bizarre for her to drive all the way out there, but she now had a more reasonable excuse.

Whatever the reason, if she drove down from the summer villa and something happened along the way, it would be considered an accident.

After a while, her phone vibrated, whereupon Hans' message popped up..

'No matter what you decide, I'll support you. Don't worry. Keep yourself safe. I'll discuss this with Janice!

"Okay.

After she sent out her final message, a knock sounded on the door.

Rachel immediately deleted the entire conversation and turned away from the window.

"Mrs. Burton." The woman who came in was dressed in the villa's maid uniform, and her face was like a robot's-void of expression. "Butler Leon asked me to show you around." It's fine. I don't want to go out

"Then I'll call you when it's lunchtime."

After the door closed, Rachel breathed a sign of relief and sat down on the edge of her bed with her phone in hand.

She subconsciously looked around the room she was in. Somehow, ever since she stepped into the villa, she kept getting the feeling that she was being watched. No matter what she did, she felt like they knew.

After the meeting in the afternoon, Justin returned to the office.

Frankie had brought three sets of renovation drawings over.

"The designer made these three sets of drawings in different styles according to your requirements. Which one do you think is more suitable?"

Justin studied them for a while. "What do you think?"

"What do I think?" Frankie hesitated. "The design on the left has a romantic theme that combines Greek culture with complex mythology, while the one in the middle vaguely looks like the style of a European court, luxurious and extravagant... But I don't think those are the main points."

Justin asked nonchalantly, "What's the main point?"

"The middle one has the brightest and warmest colors, especially the design of this small garden-if you add a swing in it, it would likely paint a beautiful scene when Mrs. Burton reads or plays with the children there during sunset."

As soon as he said this, the office fell silent.

"Did I say that she's going to be staying in this house after it's renovated?"

Frankie nearly bit his tongue.

His blabbing would get him in serious trouble sooner or later.

After a long while, the man tapped the table twice. "This one."

Frankie carefully looked over and saw his slender and strong finger pointing to the drawing in the middle, whereupon he broke into a grin. "I'll get the designer to start working on it." "Hold on."

"Is there anything else you'd like me to do?"

"Add the swing too."

Frankie was momentarily stunned, then he quickly recovered and replied, “Sure."

The door of the office closed, and Justin sat back in his chair while casually flipping open the folder beside him. Inside was the information about Rachel which Frankie had compiled.

As Justin thought of the similar experience he went through when he was a child, his eyebrows twitched vigorously. It was as if the fire that happened two decades ago was occuring right in front of him, instantly causing him to clench his fists.

Jefferey was not fit to be a father; he wasn't even worthy of being a human.

After nightfall, Justin read a book as he leaned against the headboard.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

It was 12.00AM, but he found it hard to sleep, as there seemed to be a familiar smell on the pillows and quilts. He had never found the house to be so empty before.

After unlocking his phone and taking a look, he noticed that there were no personal messages other than some unread emails.

Meanwhile, Sue was awakened by the sound of an engine running outside the window.

"Mrs. Duncan? Is Julian back?" She called out after coming out of the bedroom.

Putting on her coat, Mrs. Duncan came out of the nanny's room and hurriedly responded, "Madam, you've forgotten that Young Master Peters is working the night shift tonight. I think Young Master Justin was the one who went out."

"Justin?" Sue immediately grew a little more alert. "He drove out by himself in the middle of the night? Where did he go?"

Mrs. Duncan shook her head. "The servants in the house have all gone to bed, and Young Master Justin didn't tell anyone. I came out because I just heard you calling me."

Sue frowned. After being struck with a sudden thought, her face suddenly sank. "He couldn't have gone to..."