Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 465:

Dark in color. Heavy in fabric. Perfect for hiding the damage beneath. How thoughtful of them.

She hadn’t even finished buttoning it up when a sharp knock sounded at the door.

The sudden noise startled her. In a frantic attempt to steady herself, she lost balance, her weakened legs giving out beneath her. She hit the floor hard, this time with nothing left to fight back.

Upon hearing the voices, a man and a woman stepped inside. They halted, exchanged a brief glance, and then moved to help Rachel up.

“Don’t worry. I’m fine!” Rachel said, fearing that Wilson would lose patience.

“No need to rush. Mr. Carpenter is still with Mr. White, so you’ve got time,” the man said. “Besides, you look like you might drop dead any second. Wouldn’t want that happening before we even get there. Take a breather.”

Rachel exhaled shakily, unable to argue. As much as she wanted to push forward, her body had its limits. She sank into a chair, overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion. A moment later, the woman approached and held out a bottle of water.

Rachel blinked at it, skeptical. “This is for me?”

Given how cold the woman had been before, she hesitated to take it. The woman scoffed and tossed it onto her lap. “Just drink it. Stop overthinking everything.”

“Thanks!” Rachel rasped, eagerly downing the water, finishing most of it in a single gulp.

The woman crossed her arms. “Look, we’re both women. I’m not that heartless.”

“Plenty of people tried to cozy up to Miss Carpenter for their own selfish reasons. I figured you were just another one of them.” Her gaze softened slightly. “But I guess you proved me wrong. You actually care about her. So… I won’t hold it against you anymore.”

Rachel gave a faint nod. From the start, she could tell this stern-faced woman genuinely cared about Natalia.

𝖂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖋𝗈𝗋 galn𝗈v𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗆

“I know words alone won’t convince you,” she said, meeting the woman’s gaze. “But time reveals everything. Natalia trusts me, and I won’t let her down.”

A flicker of hesitation crossed the woman’s face, and her expression softened just a little. She glanced at Rachel’s half-buttoned clothes. “Need help?”

“Thanks.”

With the woman’s assistance, Rachel finally managed to get dressed, though every movement sent a fresh wave of searing pain through her back.

The fabric scraped against her wounds like fire, each shift unbearable. The woman muttered the name of a medicine and advised, “Once you leave, head to a pharmacy and buy this. It works fast on wounds like yours.”

“Okay, thanks!” Rachel responded, her voice strained.

The woman’s tone turned sharp again. “One more thing—don’t breathe a word of what happened today to Miss Carpenter. If you do…” Her voice dropped, cold and firm. “Forget Mr. Carpenter—even I won’t let you off.”

Rachel met her gaze without flinching. “I understand. Natalia’s kind and innocent. Just like you, I want to protect her.” She exhaled slowly. “I know what to say—and what not to.”

“Good. Get some rest.”

An hour passed. Rachel dozed off without meaning to and eventually drifted into deep sleep. By the time she woke, her wounds still throbbed viciously, but at least her strength had returned enough to stand.

Just then, the door creaked open. The man stepped inside, this time alone. “Come on. Mr. Carpenter’s waiting.”

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