The Day Silence Spoke novel Chapter 73

It was the same taxi. Latisha helped Mrs. Dashiell pack her few belongings into the trunk. Most of it—moldy blankets and ragged clothes—had to be thrown away. But Mrs. Dashiell couldn't bear to part with them. Years of being destitute had made her terrified of having nothing. She was afraid that if she were kicked out again, she wouldn't even have clothes to cover herself.

Latisha understood. She packed everything up and stored it in the utility room at the villa.

Perhaps because she was still weak from her fever, after putting the bags away, the world suddenly tilted. Her body went limp, and she collapsed.

Mrs. Dashiell, who had just changed her clothes, threw down her cane and rushed over. “Latisha!”

When she was helped up, Latisha’s head throbbed from the fall. It took a long moment for her to open her eyes.

“What happened?” Mrs. Dashiell breathed a sigh of relief. “Why did you faint like that?”

Latisha signed, *I think it’s just anemia.*

Losing a child and then getting sick—anemia was to be expected.

Mrs. Dashiell helped her to the sofa. “Oh, you poor thing. Stop bustling around. Go rest. I will make you a restorative broth.”

Looking at the kind face of the woman caring for her, a genuine smile finally bloomed on Latisha’s face. Mrs. Dashiell had washed up, and her gentle, loving expression brought Latisha an immense sense of peace and warmth.

While Mrs. Dashiell was in the kitchen, Latisha checked her phone. Still no word from Nikita.

She looked at the shopping bag beside her, which contained a new phone, identical to her old one.

Listening to her voice, Latisha felt a sharp pang in her heart, but she couldn’t say a word. She couldn't even offer the simplest comfort.

Nikita rambled on. “How did they all hide it so well? Just hearing their voices makes me sick now. Compared to them, Clifford almost seems decent. Isn’t that hilarious?”

Compared to their two-faced hypocrisy, at least Clifford was direct about his displeasure.

Nikita thought that she had lived too charmed a life, believing she could judge people at a glance.

“Now I know. Besides good people and bad people, there are also demons. All kinds of demons. You know what? The other night, I was walking down the street, and a group of people appeared out of nowhere. They started throwing rocks at me, taking pictures. They used ‘justice’ as an excuse to do the most unjust things. And right before that…”