The Day Silence Spoke novel Chapter 212

Large beads of cold sweat trickled down her forehead. In the dead of winter, her back was soaked through, and her messy hair was plastered to her face.

Just as Latisha felt herself about to faint, she saw a figure approaching out of the corner of her eye. She managed to lift her heavy eyelids, and Clifford's tall frame came into view, just as it had when he'd rescued her from danger all those years ago when they were children.

The two maids saw the thunderous expression on Clifford's face and exchanged fearful glances, too terrified to let go of Latisha.

But Clifford had no intention of wasting words on them. He strode forward, grabbed one of them by the collar, and threw her aside. He bent down just in time to catch Latisha as she fell, sweeping her up into his arms.

The remaining maid stood frozen in place. The moment Clifford lifted Latisha, he kicked the maid hard in the back of the knee. Her leg buckled, and she fell, her knees landing heavily on the broken glass. A piercing scream tore from her throat as she instinctively tried to scramble up.

"Stay on your knees!" Clifford barked.

The maid flinched, and despite the searing pain, she forced herself to remain kneeling on the shards.

Clifford then turned his cold gaze to the other maid, who began to tremble.

"You too. Get over here and kneel!"

"Sir…"

"Now!"

She scrambled over, falling to her knees beside the other maid on the broken glass. The sharp fragments dug into their skin, and they winced in agony.

Polly rushed in just then, and the scene made her blood boil. "Clifford! Are you staging a rebellion? I'm not dead yet! When did this house become yours to command?"

Clifford shot her a frigid look. "And I'm not dead yet, either. When did it become your place to punish my people?"

"You…" Tears of rage welled in Polly's eyes. "Are you trying to kill me with anger?"

When Clifford turned, he saw his mother lying on the ground. His face was so dark it looked like it could drip ink.

In his arms, Latisha slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him, a weak, tired smile touching her lips. She struggled slightly, trying to get down. That was his mother. Latisha didn't even have to guess how he would choose.

But to her surprise, before she could break free, Clifford tightened his hold on her and, without a backward glance, got into the car.

Latisha couldn't help but stare at him, a complex mix of emotions swirling in her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. He was truly something else. Utterly ruthless.

That was how he always managed to rekindle the dying embers of her heart. He would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, to bring her back under his control, to make her willingly don his chains and beg for his affection like a well-trained pet. He was, without a doubt, a perfect keeper.

Clifford placed her in the car, slid in beside her, and drove straight to the hospital.

Once there, he lifted her out again. Latisha raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, looking at him through a veil of tears. He met her gaze, and for a fleeting moment, the world seemed to stand still.