The Day Silence Spoke novel Chapter 210

Leaning in close, Renata’s voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “When you dream at night, do you see your two shattered children? Don’t they come back to haunt you for what you did?”

Slap!

The sharp, crisp sound echoed through the living room, instantly silencing the air. Latisha’s hand, now hanging at her side, trembled slightly, her palm stinging.

A red handprint bloomed on Renata’s cheek. She stared at Latisha in disbelief, a furious fire igniting in her eyes. “You… you hit me?” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Latisha’s fingers curled into a tight fist. She shot to her feet, her eyes locked on Renata.

The smile was gone from Renata’s face, replaced by a dark, vicious glare that looked as if it could tear Latisha apart. No one had ever dared to lay a hand on her, especially not this mute who she had always tormented.

Renata placed the baby in his bassinet and rose to her feet, a cold sneer twisting her lips. “Did I hit a nerve? Latisha, you deserve to be barren for the rest of your life. And let me tell you, even if you did manage to get pregnant, it would just be another dead baby. It would die right inside your womb. Since you know you can’t carry a child to term, doesn’t trying to have one make you the culprit? Doesn’t that make you a murderer?”

“Latisha, you’re going to hell, you know that? Your two children are waiting for you there…”

Before Renata could finish, Latisha lunged forward and shoved her with all her might.

“Ah!”

Luckily, the sofa was behind her, and Renata tumbled onto the cushions, her hair falling into disarray.

“You damn mute, are you tired of living?” a sharp voice snapped from behind. It was Clifford’s mother, Polly.

Dazed from the blow, with a loud ringing in her ears, Latisha offered little resistance as they hauled her away.

She was still disoriented when a searing pain shot through her knees, snapping her back to reality. Latisha looked down and saw that she was kneeling on a pile of shattered glass. Sharp fragments pierced through her jeans, embedding themselves in her flesh. Blood slowly began to seep through the denim.

She tried to stand, but two heavy hands pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her back down onto the shards. The glass dug in deeper.

When Clifford came out of the study and found the living room empty, his expression turned dark.

“Where is she?” he demanded.