The Day Silence Spoke novel Chapter 67

Polly and Renata scrambled to soothe the crying baby, but nothing worked.

“What’s wrong with him?” Renata fretted. “Why is he crying so hard all of a sudden?”

“Latisha probably scared him. That mute girl brings nothing but trouble every time she’s here!” Polly snapped.

Latisha was dragged into a small room. It was fully equipped with medical instruments, originally set up for Renata, but also for Latisha.

History was repeating itself in this very room.

She was forced onto an examination table. A doctor in a mask approached with a syringe. Latisha’s eyes widened, fixed on the needle tip glinting under the light. She struggled fiercely.

“If the needle bends, it will only hurt you more,” the doctor warned, holding her hand down.

Latisha didn’t hear her. She fought against the maids holding her, a cornered animal making a final, desperate stand.

The doctor watched the veins pop on Latisha’s forehead as she strained, her mouth open in a silent scream. She was trying so hard to make a sound, but nothing came out, and the effort turned her face red, her whole body trembling. Her eyes were locked on the doctor, pleading.

The doctor frowned, a flicker of pity crossing her face.

Helen spoke from the side. “Doctor, Mrs. Polly is waiting.”

The doctor looked away, unable to meet Latisha’s eyes. She lifted Latisha’s shirt and pushed the needle into her spine.

A familiar, icy sting shot through her, feeling less like it was piercing her spine and more like it was piercing her heart. It was a cold that chilled her to the bone.

Finally, despair washed over her. All her struggles, all her hopes, vanished as the anesthetic spread through her body.

No one cared about the heartbreak of a mute girl. No one cared if a mute girl felt pain.

If you can’t scream, how can anyone understand your suffering?

Latisha’s hand, which had been gripping the edge of the bed, suddenly went slack, falling limply to her side. She became completely still, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as tears streamed from the corners, disappearing into her hair.

Until she lost consciousness, her lips were still moving, forming silent words.

Polly sighed. “I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling.”

Renata smiled, linking her arm through her mother’s. “Don’t worry. He doesn’t have time to think about that mute girl right now. He’s celebrating Yesenia’s birthday.”

At the mention of Yesenia’s name, a look of disgust crossed Polly’s face. She disliked Latisha, but she didn’t have a much higher opinion of Yesenia.

“That boy! He’s determined to give me nothing but grief!”

“What can you do if he likes her?” Renata said. “At least this Yesenia is better than the mute one.”

Polly’s face was grim. “I think he’s doing it just to spite me. His grandfather has been gone for years, and I told him to divorce that girl and marry someone from a family of equal standing. Not only does he refuse, but he keeps some woman with no class on the side! If that’s not deliberately provoking me, I don’t know what is.”

Renata just shrugged helplessly. “Still, it’s about time he had a child. He says he doesn’t like kids, but every time he visits Jaden, he brings a mountain of gifts.”

Polly paused, a distant, sad look in her eyes.