My Mute Bride

Chapter 400

Chapter 400 The Car Accident Was Intentional

“Leroy, you drove too recklessly. How did you crash into the railing?” Gloria brought the conversation back on track with a simple sentence in the living room.

Leroy answered, “I didn’t crash into it on my own. A car slammed into me from behind.” “What?!” Jolly exclaimed. “Then, why didn’t you just say so?” “I didn’t want to make it such a big deal.”

“How could this happen? In other words, someone hit you, then committed a hit and run? They didn’t even care about your situation?”

Jolly was rather furious. “We must report this person to the police and get them to make an arrest!”

With that, she took out her phone to call the police.

Leroy stopped her. “Jolly, forget it.”

“What are you doing? Why can’t I call the police?”

Leroy was at a loss.

The two of them were at a stalemate, so Julian helped to mediate the situation. “Jolly, Leroy is a public figure. Once you call the police, this will probably be trending news. Although the other party hit and ran, they may have been scared and didn’t really intend to harm him. If this becomes trending news and his fans stalk the driver, it would ruin their life.”

“That’s what they deserve!”

Although the words that escaped Jolly’s mouth were harsh, she silently put the phone away, then sat down in a huff. “Lucky for them. How does a person like that sleep well at night?”

Leroy hurriedly coaxed her, “They must not be able to sleep. Their conscience would haunt them.”

When he spoke, he gave Julian a nod as a show of gratitude.

It was late at night, so everyone had supper, chatted for a while, and then retired to their rooms.

After taking a shower, Jolly came out and saw Leroy sitting by the window, seemingly in a daze.

“What’s the matter?”

Leroy recovered. “It’s nothing. I just think it’s weird.”

“What’s weird?”

“The car that hit me today did it from behind. So, it stands to reason that this wouldn’t happen if I didn’t hit the brakes.”

The speed limit on the mountain road wasn’t high, and Leroy wasn’t driving fast either. He pretty much drove at a uniform speed. Even if he turned a corner, he would slow down, and it wasn’t to the extent that the car behind him would have no time to react.

“I feel that the car didn’t rear-end me because they didn’t realize, but it seemed they accelerated instead.”

“Accelerated?” Jolly frowned. “Do you think someone did this on purpose?”

“Yeah.”

Leroy nodded slightly, staring at the mountain view outside the window with a complicated expression.

Early the next morning, Rachel hadn’t woken up yet, but she was awakened by a little hand pinching her nose.

She opened her eyes and saw Charlotte and Samuel lying on her bed, where Charlotte was pinching her nose. “Mommy, if you don’t get up, the sun will toast your butt!”

Rachel rolled over in a daze. “What time is it?”

She looked at the alarm clock and found that it was only after 6.00AM, so the sun had just risen on the mountainside.

These two cheeky ones.

“Aren’t you two sleepy?”

“Nope. Daddy is making breakfast.”

“What?” Rachel sat up in surprise. “He’s making breakfast?”

Samuel nodded affirmatively. “Yeah. Don’t you know he can cook breakfast?”

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After all, Justin used to be a person who could ruin noodles and burn the kitchen just by frying eggs.

“I’m going to take a look.”

She was afraid that Justin would blow up the kitchen of the homestay and cause them a lot of trouble.

At this moment, the range hood in the kitchen was humming noisily.

Justin was frying ham, an apron tied around his waist. Several plates were on the island behind him, along with toasted bread, and a milky aroma filled the entire place.

Rachel opened the blue curtain and walked in. As soon as she entered, she could smell the fragrance.

“You really are making breakfast.”

“Why are you up?” Justin glanced at her in surprise. “Did Charlotte wake you?”

“I was just curious. Charlotte and Samuel said you were making breakfast.”

“What? Are you worried that I won’t do well and burn down the kitchen?”

“I was indeed worried that something like that would happen.”

Rachel leaned against the island with her arms wrapped around her body. “When did you start learning how to cook?”

“When I was abroad. I was bored and had too much free time on my hands.”

As he spoke, he skillfully flipped the hams. Then, after it was almost fried, he placed it on the white plates piece by piece, leaving the oil at the bottom of the pan as he cracked three eggs.

Rachel rolled up her sleeves. “Do you need help? What can I do?”

Justin looked around. “You can wash some fruits. There are raspberries over there.”

“Okay.”

Rachel took the fruit basket and washed the raspberries by the pond.

Through the window, Charlotte and Samuel’s laughter sounded from outside.

There were a few chickens in captivity in the homestay yard, and there was a rooster who enjoyed staying on the orange tree. Charlotte had never seen a live chicken before, so after arriving here, she would crane her neck to look at the tree as soon as she was free. She was in utter awe, wholly distracted from having a proper meal.

“Samuel, do chickens live in trees?”

“Of course not. Don’t you see that the other two are in the nest?”

“Then, why is this one on the tree?”

“Maybe it thinks it’s safer in the tree.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then, why do you think it is?”

“It must be because by standing on top of the tree, it’ll be louder when it crows in the morning, so it can wake everyone up!”

Rachel and Justin heard their conversation clearly from the kitchen, so they looked at each other and smiled.

He felt a little helpless. “Charlotte has never been exposed to these things, so she has never seen them.”

“I don’t think Samuel has much experience with this either. No one abroad raises chickens at home. They’re all bred at farms.”

When she was done with the raspberries, she asked, “Is there anything else I can help with?”

“There’s nothing else.” One by one, he placed the fried eggs on the plates. “What spread would you like on your bread?”

“What options are there?”

“Tomato sauce, salad sauce, peanut butter…”

She took a look and pointed to one of the jars. “Peanut butter.”

After they were done preparing breakfast for the four of them, Justin and Rachel came out of the kitchen with two plates.

She shouted in the direction of the chicken coop, “Go wash your hands and come over for breakfast.”

The two children cheered.

Rachel immediately shushed them and pursed her lips in the direction of the rooms. “Everyone’s still asleep, so don’t be too noisy.”

Charlotte immediately withdrew her head like a turtle, then put up a finger to shush Samuel. “Keep your voice down.”

Rachel shook her head helplessly in amusement.

It had been a long time since the four of them sat down to eat like this.

The surroundings outside were quiet, as most people in the town didn’t get up early, so there were no people in the alley at this moment.

Justin was peeling the eggshells when Charlotte licked a mouthful of honey off the bread before saying in a muffled voice, “Mommy, are Mr. Wade and Aunt Gloria getting married?”

“Huh? Why would you ask that all of a sudden?”

“I saw Mr. Wade secretly preparing a ring.”

Rachel was surprised. “Really?”

She didn’t really believe Charlotte’s statement, so she turned and asked Samuel, “Is that true?”

Samuel nodded solemnly. “I saw it. Mr. Wade was holding a ring box.”

Rachel raised her head and glanced at Justin.

Is he going to propose?