He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 161

The person who served Nelson Saint a drink went upstairs. Nelson opened the door, looking unwell, and had the man set the beverages on the table.

Once alone, he leaned back against the sofa, an overwhelming wave of irritability washing over him.

He stared at the ceiling, grabbed the glass, and downed it in one go.

He closed his eyes, hoping for a brief respite, but minutes later, Lydia Thorne and Josie's voices drifted in from the hallway.

"Daddy, the fireworks start in half an hour."

Nelson got up to open the door. He had discarded his suit jacket, feeling a strange, suffocating heat.

Lydia stood beside Josie. The moment she caught the feverish, bloodshot look in his eyes, she knew the drug was taking effect.

She lowered her gaze. Within half an hour, the potency of the spike would multiply exponentially. The supplier had provided top-tier stuff; ordinary street trash wouldn't have worked on a man like Nelson anyway.

She nudged Josie’s back. "Your daddy looks tired. Let's go watch the fireworks from another room."

"But I want to watch them with Daddy."

Lydia sighed, looking at Nelson with feigned helplessness.

Nelson stepped aside. "Come in."

The door slowly clicked shut.

Josie had insisted on staying up for the fireworks, but the moment she hit the sofa, she was out cold.

Nelson found it amusing. He reached over and ruffled her hair. "Fell asleep so fast."

The moment the words left his mouth, his expression drastically changed. His grip on the edge of the coffee table tightened until his knuckles turned white.

Feigning ignorance of his sudden tension, Lydia walked over and pulled open the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

This suite offered the best view of the fireworks, overlooking the entire courtyard.

Through the reflection on the glass, she saw Nelson's rigid posture, a triumphant gleam flashing in her eyes.

"Josie must be exhausted. Let her sleep, and we can wake her when the show starts."

Sweat beaded on Nelson's forehead. He rubbed his temples, fighting a losing battle.

Lydia knew the drug carried mild hallucinogenic properties.

Sensing the dangerous shift within him, his voice came out as a harsh rasp. "Take Josie to another room."

"Nelson, are you feeling sick?"

She stepped forward to support his arm, only to be violently shoved away. "Take her and leave."

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