Chapter 191
My Mute Bride
Jolly almost cried. âItâs all my fault. I shouldnât have come back so soon. I should have been looking after him overseas.â
Rachel said, âCalm down. Samuel was last seen in the hotel, right? Did you check the surveillance camera?â
Jolly froze, and Rachel knew she hadnât looked through it yet. âCalm down. Iâll call his teacher.â She then called Samuelâs teacher.
The whole conversation was done in a language Jolly barely understood. After Rachel asked the hotelâs staff to check the surveillance, they told her what they saw a moment later. âThe staff said Samuel left on his own. Theyâll send the video to us in a moment.â After she hung up, Rachel calmed her friend down. âIâll go to Astoria tonight.â
âIâll go with you.â
âNo.You wait here and call the cops once twenty-four hours have elapsed.â After that, Rachel left with nothing but her handbag and keys.
Just when she was about to get into her car, she heard the sound of someone towing a suitcase, and a young child stood behind the car with his luggage behind him. âMommy!â
Rachel froze, and she stopped opening the door. When she turned around, she saw a boy in a blue navy T-shirt and suspenders. He wore a cap, and tufts of brown, curly hair sprouted underneath it. His eyes were beautifully dark, like olives.
âSamuel!â Rachel ran to him and gave him a hug. âWhere have you been? Jolly and I were worried sick!â
Samuel was coughing from how hard he was hugged. âI canât breathe, Mommy.â
Rachel let him go after that, but she quickly asked, âHow did you even find this place? Who gave you the address?â
Samuel blinked. âHernandez!â
Rachel frowned at the mere mention of that name. âHim again! Forget about it. Letâs go back up.
Jollyâs worried sick.â
Rachel then took Samuelâs luggage and took him upstairs. When Jolly saw the boy, she thought she was hallucinating. âHowâd you find him so soon?â
âHe was downstairs.â After Rachel put her car keys down, she explained, âThis boy tricked his teacher into holding a summer camp in Astoria and ran off on his own. I ran into him right after I went down.â
When Jolly heard that, she gritted her teeth. âSomeoneâs bold.â
Samuel quickly hid behind his mother. âIâm just missing Mommy. Mommy!â
Rachel could never say no to her son, so she squatted and looked him in the eye. âSay sorry to Jolly.
And tell her how sorry you are. Sheâs worried sick for you.â
âJolly!â Samuel went to Jolly just like his mother told him to.
Jolly crossed her arms, and she looked upset. âDonât give me that. You donât care about me no matter what I do. You only go where your mother goes. You never care about me.â
Rachel gave Samuel a look, and Samuel quickly tugged on Jollyâs skirt. âBut Jolly, youâre my favorite person.â
Samuelâs adorable voice could melt anyone, but Jolly turned away, refusing to see him.
âJolly, itâs not good being angry. It makes you old. Youâre a pretty lady, so you should smile a lot.
Smiling makes you pretty.â
âDonât give me that. Iâm a sad, old witch. Your motherâs the pretty lady here.â
âBut sheâs my mommy. Sheâs different. Iâm gonna marry you when I grow up, not her. You canât grow old just yet. Wait for me!â
Not even Rachel could hold back any longer, and she chuckled along with Jolly. Then, Jolly flicked Samuelâs cap. âYou cheeky brat. Who taught you that?â
âWho else?â Rachel shrugged.
âHernandez, huh? That playboy. He only knows how to flirt. And now heâs starting to lead Samuel down his path too?â
âYouâre not mad anymore, are you, Jolly?â Samuel grinned toothily. âI brought a gift for you.â
Jolly touched his nose. âYou cheeky brat.â
And they laughed away. At the same time, a few people were inside a black car that was in the neighborhoodâs corner. The one in the backseat was quiet but absolutely furious.
âSir, this isâ¦â Frankie looked panicked, but he didnât know what to say. Justin suddenly woke him up and told him to drive to Rachelâs place, but before he could even get out of the car, they saw Samuel calling out to Rachel. Who is that boy? Heâs about the same age as Charlotte. And he called the madam âMommyâ? Is he her son?
Justinâs expression was dark. âLook into this.â
âAll right.â
Rachel made a few calls to Justin the next day, but nobody picked it up.
âMommy!â Charlotte called out to her from within the bedroom. âI canât pick my dress. I need your help.â
Rachel snapped out of it. âGive me a second. Iâll be right there.â Maybe heâs on a plane, or maybe heâs busy. Rachel was still worried, since she left him so abruptly last night. She wanted to explain herself, but he couldnât be contacted.
âThe red one or the white one?â Charlotte picked a red dress and a white dress.
âWhere are you going, Charlotte? Why are you dressing up all of a sudden?â Rachel asked.
âThe amusement park, Mommy. Letâs go to the amusement park, all right?â
âI thought youâre still sick.â
Charlotte froze, but a moment later, she covered her mouth and coughed. âI do feel sick, Mommy.â But she averted her gaze, obviously feeling guilty.
She canât even fake her cough. Rachel laughed quietly, but she didnât expose Charlotte. âThis one.â
She pointed at the red dress. âItâll look good on an amusement park trip. Youâll heal up faster if you go out more, right?â
Charlotteâs eyes lit up, and she nodded. âYeah.â
At the same time, Justin was in a hotel in Ashcroft, the city next to Riverdale. He was standing in front of a French window, looking at the missed calls coldly.
Frankie said, âIâve looked into the company Rachel worked in when she was in Montenegro, and I found her details there. She does have a son thatâs four and a half years old.â
Justin gripped his phone tightly. And I thought she went overseas for a reason. So this is her reason.
The staff was setting up the recording hall, while Rachelâs assistant held the interview script. âChris, this is the script for the interview. Weâve filtered them, so take a look to see if there are any problems.â
âThank you.â Rachel took the script from her assistant.
Her assistant looked around and was about to take a chair for Rachel, but someone shoved her. âWhat are you doing? Donât you know this spot is reserved for Amber?â