The Day Silence Spoke novel Chapter 133

Selah gave her a brief, polite smile—a simple acknowledgment—before drying her hands and leaving without a word.

Latisha watched her elegant figure retreat, then looked back at her own pathetic reflection. The contrast was stark.

Some people really did make you feel inadequate with just a single glance. Who wouldn’t admire a woman like that?

Latisha looked at her own messy hair and managed a weak, self-deprecating smile. Who could ever love someone so broken?

She finally smoothed her hair and left the restroom.

Back at her desk, she saw Selah standing by Rosalie’s workstation, leaning over to look at her computer screen as they discussed something.

Rosalie caught sight of Latisha out of the corner of her eye and whispered to Selah, “Ms. Madison, do you know where that mute came from?”

Selah paused for a second before her expression returned to normal. “Focus on your work and gossip less.”

Rosalie pouted but went back to clicking her mouse and keyboard, making the requested changes to the document.

Selah subconsciously glanced back at Latisha, an unreadable emotion flickering in her eyes, before she straightened up and returned to her own office.

With Selah back, Rosalie didn’t dare slack off or push her work onto others. As a result, Latisha had a quiet few days with little to do. Ziven had given her a list of tasks, but he ended up doing them himself, leaving her with an abundance of free time.

But trouble was brewing for Thorin. On Friday, as Latisha was leaving work, she overheard colleagues gossiping that irregularities had been found in Thorin’s accounts. A special team was investigating, and there was a chance he could face jail time. As they spoke, they cast sympathetic glances at Latisha.

The prevailing rumor was that she and Thorin were having an affair. Now that he was in trouble, she would be left without her protector.

Latisha pretended not to notice their looks, standing silently in a corner until the elevator arrived, then quickly stepping out.

Clifford didn’t come home that night, but Zadok sent her a message confirming the location for their meeting the next day. He had chosen a coffee shop.

She spent the night curled up on the sofa with her phone, and the next morning, she left early to meet him.

Latisha spotted him at the designated table. He looked to be in his early thirties, dressed in a sharp suit, his hair perfectly styled. His features were strong and defined, matching the integrity in his voice.

“Can you run a check on someone for me? Yes, I’ll send you the details in a moment. Thanks.”

He hung up and turned back to Latisha. “You only know his name is Preston. Any other information?”

Latisha typed on her phone: [The elderly woman’s name is Hayley Dashiell. Preston has a son who is getting married soon.]

“Alright, I’ve got it,” Zadok said with a nod.

While they waited for the information, Zadok picked up a menu. “Would you like something to drink?”

Latisha touched her cheek. She was still getting IV treatments and couldn’t have any. She gestured for a glass of water.

Zadok studied her for a moment before speaking again. “Ms. Judd, this might be a bit forward, but I was wondering, were you born unable to speak, or…?”

She bit her lip and shook her head, indicating that she didn’t know.