The Silent Wife

Westhill Racecourse was a very sensitive topic to Rachel. After all, it was the club's headquarters and the place where most of the daily events were held.

Such a massive racecourse came with a huge number of employees, which comprised all sorts of individuals. Even if it was surprising to hear that from a stranger, it was not weird to know that Sandra's mothe was working over there.

Rachel proposed, "We can take you there."

Sandra waved her hands hastily. "No, it's alright. Just drop me off along your way back."

"We'll have to pass by the place anyway. It's along the way." Rachel then asked Steven, "You know the way to the racecourse, do you?"

He pouted. "Yeah, yeah."

Sandra received a call during the drive. Her brows furrowed the moment she saw the caller's ID, after which she faced the window to answer the phone in a soft voice. Nevertheless, her words were heard loud and clear by others in that small space.

"I know. Please help me look after my grandmother. I'll foot the bills after getting the money. Please. Just bear with me for another day. I'll make sure to pay tomorrow."

Once the call had ended, Rachel inquired, "Is your grandmother sick?"

Sandra nodded in reply.

"Why are you buying ice cream when your grandmother is sick?" Steven took a glance in the rearview mirror. "You must be super 'worried'."

"It's none of your business." Sandra's softened gaze turned sinister once again.

"Steven, focus on the road," Rachel quickly interjected.

Due to his tender age, Steven was being tactless with his words and kept judging the situation based on a brief encounter with another person. The bad habit would only cause him more problems in future. After that, Rachel asked, "So, are you going to ask your mother for money? You could have just called her."

Furthermore, there were many ways to transfer the money online. Why make a girl, who did not own a car, walk by foot just to get the money when it was getting late?

Sandra frowned, and her expression indicated that she did not want to continue the subject any further. Rachel and Justin exchanged glances and kept quiet. Every family had their own difficult times. Hence, there was no need to pry into it when the person involved refused to talk about it.

Once they arrived at Westhill Racecourse, Sandra alighted from the car and stood before it to express her gratitude. "Thanks for the ride."

"Don't sweat it. Here, take this." Rachel handed Sandra her business card. "Feel free to hit me up or come to me if you need help."

Sandra was nonplussed, for she did not believe that a stranger would show such kindness to her.

Rachel stuffed the business card into Sandra's hand. "I grew up with my grandmother, but she's no longer here. I understand how it feels for you right now. Just take it.”

With that being said, she hopped into the car whereas Sandra instinctively took two steps forward in an attempt to return it. However, the car door was closed immediately, and the black car was driven away from the entrance.

Sandra's gaze landed onto the business card, and on it were the words, 'President of Hudson Pharmaceuticals, Rachel Hudson'.

She frowned

She must be lying.

Before entering the racecourse, she simply threw it into a trash can.

There aren't that many nice people in this world.

On the other hand, it was already late at night when the trio arrived in the city. They dropped Steven off at Carter Residence first, in which he asked after getting out of the car, "Where are we going tomorrow?" Rachel looked at the band-aids on his face. "Instead of worrying about that, you should worry about your face. Is it still painful?"

"I'm a real man. These scratches are really minor, and they don't hurt. It won't be a problem." Steven pulled her hand. "I don't care. I'll go to you first thing in the morning tomorrow. You must not abandon me." Feeling helpless, she turned to take a glimpse at Justin, who was calm as though he was not bothered in the slightest.

Hmm? Has he built up his coping mechanism after hanging out with Steven the whole day?

Then, Justin sent her home. Once

the car was parked at the entrance, he got out of the car as well. Rachel stopped him. "Are you not going back? it's dark already. Charlotte and Samuel won't be video calling us today."

"What's wrong? Are you driving me away in case I'm up to something?"

She was slightly baffled by his words. "I don't mean it like that."

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She heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing that. "I'll make something for you."

"Okay. Instant noodles should be enough.”

"That won't be enough. I'll fry two eggs for you."

"Alright."

Justin watched her back with mixed

feelings. Even though they were

officially going out, where Rachel did not hide it and acknowledged it when others asked about their relationship, it was obvious that she

was steering clear of certain things.

It was true that he was not in a hurry, yet he could not let the wall between them stay there forever, for big problems always started from small ones.

In the meantime, Sandra was stopped by someone as soon as she stepped into Westhill Racecourse.

"Show me your ID, please."

"I didn't bring it."

"How dare you walk in the place shamelessly without bringing your ID card? Don't you know where this is?" The security guard at the entrance was swaggering as he

noticed that she was in cruda na net

clothes, which gave him more

reason to believe that she was just a girl who had lost her way, and hence the impatience.

"Only members are allowed to enter this place. What are you doing here so late at night?"

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who?"

Sandra could not care less about him as she simply asked him to dial a number. He did as he was told and his expression changed immediately upon hearing the order from the other side of the line. "Understood." After terminating the call, he sized her up. "Who are you?"

"What did the person say?"

"Uhmm..." He seemed uneasy. "The manager told you not to go. Would you like to have a seat inside?"

"No. I'll wait here." In a green hoodie, she stood upright by the security booth beneath the night sky.

Before long, there was a shuttle cart approaching them from the racecourse. Not only was the manager in it, the head of security tagged along too.

The sight of them sent the security guard into a panic. "Sir, what brings you here?"

The manager glared at him in return. "Why did you stop Miss from coming in and let her stand in the cold wind? You had one job!"

"Miss?" The security guard was bewildered.

This rustic girl is from a rich family? No way!

The manager didn't want to waste his breath, and he said directly, "You're fired."

Sandra's brows furrowed. "Why? It's true that I didn't bring the ID card. Is he considered responsible to allow someone to enter without it? He has done nothing wrong."

The manager was stunned. "Y-Yes, you're right. Hurry up and thank her."

Only then did the security guard regain his senses and thank her profusely.

She waved her hand and told the manager, "I'm here to take something. I'll leave once I get it."