The Silent Wife novel (Rachel and Justin) novel Chapter 525

Rachel and Justin then followed the tattooed man upstairs. While the wooden stairway was so narrow that only one person could pass, Justin was forced to bend over like the muscular man, in order to make his way through the corner of the stairs.

It wasn’t until they arrived upstairs that they realized the place had more than met the eye. As soon as they saw a corridor upstairs where the sunlight could reach, they couldn’t help but wonder how the house was built because the afternoon sun was still able to shine on the flowers despite the tall buildings that were towering over the house on the outside.

Soon, they were greeted by an old man sitting on a rocking chair, who appeared to be fit as he was wearing a traditional western outfit with suspenders belt, holding a corn cob pipe in his hand. At the same time, he was seen idling around with his fish in the tank beside him.

“Master, they are here.”

When the old man, Howard, heard the voice, he turned around and sized up both Justin and Rachel before his eyes eventually fell upon the lady. “Come close to me, lady. I want to take a closer look at you.”

Rachel was stunned but decided that she was in no position to turn the old man down because they needed his help. Therefore, she obediently stepped forward as requested while the old man straightened his body and looked at her face closely. “Oh my gosh! You look just like her.”

“Like whom?” Rachel was confused.

“Someone who’s gone for a long time.”

Rachel then subconsciously gazed at Justin, wondering what the meaning behind the old man’s words was. “Didn’t you just say that it was Mr. Brook who told you to come here?” Howard asked.

“It’s not me, Mr. Keaton. It’s him,” Rachel replied politely, thinking Howard’s old age was the reason he thought she looked like someone who used to be close to him. I bet that’s what he tells everybody.

“It doesn’t matter. Anyway, I know why you are here.” Howard smiled.

“We need your help, Mr. Keaton, Justin said, Howard then shot a gaze at the muscular man beside him. “Nathan, fetch me the two things I left on the table.”

The muscular man, Nathan, then headed into a room and came back with a red invitation card and a black box in his hands, which were like the ones Rachel and Justin saw earlier that morning. While Rachel was left surprised by what she saw, Nathan went ahead and passed the invitation card along with the box to her.

With a sophisticated appearance, the black box felt heavy on Rachel’s palms. Bewildered, she asked, “Mr. Keaton, this…”

“I wasn’t planning on going there either in the first place. After all, I’m getting old, plus I’ve grown apart from most of my old friends, but nonetheless, the Bennett Family still respects me enough to send me an invitation card for their wedding, regardless of my decision to attend it.” Howard held his corn cob pipe in his hand, his eyes filled with nostalgia as he seemingly indulged in the memories of his good old days. ‘Don’t worry. Just take my invitation card and the box with you. When you’re there, tell them that you’re there to deliver my gift on my behalf. No one will stop you.”

“Really? Isn’t there something else we need to tell them?”

“No need for that. Those two things I gave you are more than enough.”

That sounds promising. Nothing can possibly go wrong, I guess. At the thought of that, Rachel expressed her gratitude. “Thank you so much, Mr. Keaton.”

“Don’t mention it. If you want to thank me, just call me ‘Howie’ instead.”

“Thank you, Howie.”

The old man responded with a benevolent smile and said, “I have a bad ankle, so I suppose I’m going to excuse myself now, but since you guys are here anyway, you should

probably try our hotdogs. It’s the best in Enistan.”

As Justin was about to say no, Rachel beat him to it and said, “Then, I suppose we must try.”

“Sure, let’s go.”