Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 944:

Her voice wavered, and a shadow of sadness crossed her face.

“Brysen has suffered so much, and it’s my fault,” she whispered, the weight of her guilt pressing heavily on her.

Exhaustion washed over Kallie, a reminder of how long she’d been trying to hold everything together alone.noveldrama

Even the strongest hearts had limits, and she had felt dangerously close to breaking.

But she knew she couldn’t let herself fall apart now.

Clayton observed the vulnerability in her expression, and a wave of heartache washed over him.

His voice softened, sincerity shining in his eyes as he spoke.

“Kallie, I’m so sorry.”

Kallie looked up, puzzled.

“Why are you sorry?”

Clayton hesitated, a storm of emotions flickering across his face.

When he finally spoke, his words were carefully measured.

“Neal was once my employee, and even I was fooled by his facade.

He worked hard, always seemed sincere, and earned everyone’s trust.”

“When he started working for you, I later found out he was involved with Brysen.

Office relationships were strictly forbidden, and I didn’t want to complicate things for you, so I pressured him to end it.

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But instead of complying, he chose to resign.”

Clayton paused, a mixture of fake frustration and guilt clouding his eyes.

“At the time, I thought he truly cared for Brysen, and I never imagined it was all a carefully crafted lie.”

Clayton’s expression darkened, seemingly mad.

“Where is he now? Do you have any idea? We should report him to the authorities and let the law handle this.”

Kallie shook her head, a bitter smile forming on her lips.

“On my way back, someone orchestrated a car accident and kidnapped Neal.

I have no clue whether he’s alive or dead.”

Clayton’s eyes widened, feigned disbelief etched across his face.

“They went to such extreme lengths to get to Neal? Kallie, whoever’s behind this is powerful and dangerous.

We can’t just brush this off.

We need to involve the authorities.”

Kallie let out a weary sigh, the weight of exhaustion evident in her voice.

“If the police could help, I’d have already reported it.

But it’s not that simple.” She rose and lifted her chin, determination replacing her fatigue.

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