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Chapter 24 – Guilty Third persons pov He couldn't take it anymore cursing under his breath he got up from his bed and walk towards where he left haya, he unlocked the suite and entered in, he was welcomed by the silence, suddenly a fear ran down his spine and shivered thinking of all the unwanted things which could have happened, getting rid of it, he walked towards the room and found his wife lying on the cold floor unconscious.

I feel like the book will answer some of my questions. "I already read the entire book," Clinton uttered, and Sabrina nodded her head. Sabrina put the thick book on the center table. She flips the cover and turns the pages. We are all silent. Only the flipping of the pages creates a sound while Sabrina reads it silently. All Sabrina saw in the book, I also saw. I just leaned my back on the sofa and closed my eyes. Every page is getting more interesting. "Look, this phrase here..." Sabrina mumbled out of the blue, and her eyebrows furrowed together like she was assessing something in her mind.

Both front and back were sealed with countless glowing green eyes staring at me in the dark like fireflies. Cold dread seeped into my bones. I was going to die here, but would Harry even shed a single tear for me when I was gone? After that, everything was a blur. Faint memories flickered through my mind, but before I could hold onto them, they vanished. When I woke again, I was lying in a hospital bed with a handsome stranger sitting at my side. The moment he saw me open my eyes, a flicker of relief lit his face. “You’re awake? I’ll get the doctor.”

They became friends which is the reason for him to be my friend too. Now, I'm here in one of their blue tents. Klirro is also here and he's been doing some retouching with his stylist who likes him. He's just reading and reviewing his script while I already decide to read as well for my next subject. I've already finished reading a few chapters of Clinical Tales, these books were about sacks of documents about strange and fascinating cases that other graduated and professional psychologists already faced. This is the best part of psychology, the book we're reading was actually interesting but sometimes it just really hits me as they called the reading block.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

Yes, I do. And so I lastly want to give out my thanks for all your support and then ask for your continuous gifts and gems. Although my review section has been a little lonely lately (⁠ ⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⁠⌢⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀⁠) Let's raise the algorithm of "HIS SILENT VOICE" together and stay tuned because we are about to dive into the second half of our story. And with that, Author Autumn signs out. Thank you, love you all(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

Melinda’s POV There’s a particular silence that comes after the storm. Not the silence of absence, like loss. Not the silence of fear, where every footstep might be danger. But the kind of quiet where your breath slows. Where your bones realize they can rest. Where your heart doesn’t need to brace anymore. I didn’t know that kind of silence until now. The book was out. The press had done its dance. River had spoken, the grave had been named, and Rachel had finally, finally been seen.

Bright The silence in the waiting room was deafening. Only the tick-tock of a clock on the wall seemed to move at its own rhythm, and every passing second hammered against my chest, reminding me just how fragile Sophia's life was at that moment. I had sat down next to Dante, rigid, fists clenched on my legs, unable to muster even a thread of calm. I couldn’t even look at Dante; his presence made me uneasy, but more than that, it kept me alert, because I knew his judgment, his gaze, was always loaded with intent.