My Mute Bride Chapter 222
Chapter 222 A Dream About the Past
Somerset Mountain was a poor and remote mountainous area. Few people really lived on the mountain
except for a gang of human traffickers, so Rachel hadn’t had any friends since she was little.
Then, she met Justin, who was abducted and trafficked to Somerset Mountain. The days since then
had been one of the few times in her childhood that she felt truly happy in thepany of someone
around her age.
“My home is on fire, Justin! I have to go back!” “You mustn’t go back, Katie!” “You should leave first,
Justin.”
“Katie!” In the burning courtyard, a man with a scar on the corner of his eye stood at the door of the
house and threw the emptied can of kerosene aside. After looking around, he came out and stared at
the burning fire as the mes spread out of the courtyard.
“My mom is still inside!”
“Keep quiet!”
The teenage boy covered little Rachel’s mouth, and he wouldn’t let go of her no matter how she cried
and shouted. He kept waiting until the man with a scar on the corner of his eye left, whereas Rachel
cried so hard that she nearly passed out.
However, the fire was too big. Before the two kids could run down the mountain slope, the thatched
cottage copsed in an instant, turning the courtyard into a sea of mes as the fire kept spreading
toward the peak of the mountain.
“Run, Katie! Run!”
“Mommy! Mommy!”
When Rachel suddenly heard a child’s voice, she woke up from her nightmare in a daze and noticed
the tiny figure standing beside her bed. Her eyelids felt so heavy that she could hardly open her eyes,
and her voice was very weak. “Why are you here, Samuel?”
“Today’s the weekend. What’s wrong with you, Mommy?”
“I’m feeling a little ill. Can you order some food by yourself?”
“Okay.”
As Samuel’s sensible and obedient voice reverberated in her ears, Rachel soon closed her eyes and
fell back into a deep sleep.
After the young boy touched Rachel’s hot forehead with his tiny hand, he immediately went out and got
some ice packs from the fridge. Then, he wrapped the ice packs in a towel and put them on Rachel’s
forehead to help her cool down her body temperature. After doing all that, he stood beside the bed for a
while, and his face scrunched up when he saw how ufortable Rachel looked. It’ll be bad if her
temperature doesn’te down. As the thought urred to him, he immediately picked up his school
bag and left home.
It was already afternoon, and Justin was reading a magazine in the Burton Residence. He had been in
a bad mood all day because of Rachel. Even though he recognized every word in the magazine, he
couldn’t concentrate on reading at all. Instead, he couldn’t stop himself from darting a look at the door
from time to time as he read the magazine.
Ding dong! Just then, the sound of the doorbell ringing could be heard outside.
Justin immediately put down the magazine, but he didn’t see the person he was expecting when he
opened the door. Instead, he saw a cute little boy standing behind the carved iron gate across the
courtyard with a school bag shaped like a beetle on his back. The boy was pushing the gate with his
tiny hands as he demanded in a forceful manner and said, “Open the door for me.”
“Why are you here?” Justin stepped out of the house. “Did youe alone?”
Samuel replied, “Open the door for me first.”
Justin reluctantly opened the gate, but he pressed Samuel’s head with his hand and refused him entry.
“I’m not letting you in. Tell me first—what are you doing here?”
Samuel shook his hand off in displeasure. “I’m here to see you. Hurry up ande with me.”
“Go with you? Why?”
“My mom is ill. Come to my house with me.”
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Justin let out a cold sneer. “You’re only a child, yet you’re already lying without thinking. I just saw her
yesterday. Not only was she as fit as a fiddle, she even plotted against an old fox with her friend. How
dare you tell me right now that she’s ill?”
“I’m telling the truth. I’m not lying.”
“I don’t care whether you’re telling the truth or lying. I’m busy. If she wants to see me, tell her toe
here in person instead of using her kid to make a fuss.”
“I’m not lying to you. Hurry up ande with me!” As Samuel got anxious, he grabbed Justin’s arm
and tried to pull him outside.
“Let go of me!” Justin was already in a bad mood in the first ce, so he became even more impatient
right now. Since he wasn’t careful with his strength while swinging his arm, he directly flung Samuel out
of the way, causing thetter to take a pratfall.
“Ugh…” Samuel moaned in pain as he fell to the ground.
Justin was also stunned for a moment, but he adopted a stern countenance soon afterward. “It’s your
fault for insisting on pulling me. I’m telling you again—if your mother wants to see me, tell her toe
in person instead of using such contemptible means.”
Since Samuel was hurt during the fall, his big eyes—which looked like ck grapes—instantly misted
over with tears. With an aggrieved look, he then yelled at Justin, “You pushed me! My mom said that
adults who hit kids are bad people. I hate you, and I don’t want you to be my dad anymore! I’ll go to Mr.
Peters instead!”
Justin was somewhat regretful at first, but his expression changed the instant he heard Samuel’s
words. “I’m not your dad in the first ce.” After finishing his sentence, he immediately closed the gate
and went back inside without looking back.
Samuel got up from the ground and stood angrily outside the gate for a few seconds before he left in a
fury. I don’t want to see Justin ever again, nor do I want this person to be my dad anymore. Mr. Peters
is 10,000 times better than him; even Mr. Hernandez, that womanizer, is ten thousand times better than
him!
Shortly after Samuel walked out of the vi area, a figure stood in his way. He looked up at the man
before him and said, “You’re blocking my way, mister.”
The man leaned down toward him. “Come with me, little kid.”
In the meantime, Justin had just returned to the living room. He plonked himself down on the sofa and
picked up the magazine he hadn’t finished reading, but he could hardly concentrate as his mind was
preupied with what Samuel had just said. How could that brat say he doesn’t want me to be his dad
when he is by no means rted to me? Does he think he can intimidate me by doing this? That’s
simply ridiculous. Also, how could Rachel feign illness to seek my pity after doing something wrong?
That’s thest trick that’ll work on me. She shoulde back by herself if she’s so capable.
“Daddy!” Just then, Charlotte’s voice was heard upstairs. Her white puff-sleeve nightdress reached
down to her ankles as she walked downstairs barefoot while using the handrail to support herself. As
she had just woken up from her afternoon nap, she still looked somewhat dazed. “Daddy, I think I heard
Samuel’s voice.”
“Why did youe downstairs barefoot?” Justin immediately put down his magazine and went upstairs
to carry Charlotte down.
Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck, but she was still thinking about Samuel. “I really heard
Samuel’s voice. Is he here? Where is he?”
“He just left.”
“Did Samuel reallye?” Charlotte immediately became awake. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
Justin replied perfunctorily, “You were sleeping just now. Haven’t you forbidden anyone to disturb you
while you’re sleeping?”
“How could Samuel be one of those people? He’s my brother!”
Justin frowned. “He isn’t your brother.”
“Yes, he is my brother! How could you speak of him in such a way, Daddy? Didn’t you promise me to
be nice to Mommy and Samuel from now on? Where’s Mommy?”
“She’s busy with something else.”
“You’re lying!” Charlotte pushed Justin away and struggled to get out of his arms. “I won’t believe you
anymore. I’ll find Mommy by myself!” After finishing her sentence, she ran to the dressing room and got
changed.
“Charlotte!” Justin could only go out with her since he couldn’t make the little girl change her mind.
They then reached Rachel’s home, but no one answered the door after they rang the doorbell several
times.