Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 115:

Kallie regained her composure and quickly typed a message on her phone to show to the waiter, clarifying that the invitation was indeed from Miss Simpson and that there might have been a mix-up.

The waiter’s mocking laughter intensified, filling the room with disdain. “So, what are you saying? That Miss Simpson had someone send a fake invitation just to mess with you?”

A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd.

“That’s not possible. Miss Simpson is the kindest soul. She wouldn’t stoop to such methods, even if she disliked someone,” one guest commented.

“Seems like she’s trying to pin her own slip-ups on others,” another added with a dismissive click of the tongue.

A chill ran through Kallie’s limbs. It dawned on her that she might have been set up. Was Miss Simpson behind this? She couldn’t fathom why. She had no known quarrels with Miss Simpson.

“What is happening here?” a crisp, authoritative voice sliced through the murmurs, capturing the room’s attention instantly.

Kallie turned around to see a figure making her way forward gracefully.

The woman was dressed in a light blue gown that radiated sophistication and an air of authority. Her expression was neutral, her eyes carrying a hint of iciness.

This had to be Miss Simpson, Rachel Simpson.

Rachel scanned the room until her eyes landed on Kallie, irritation clear in her gaze. Immediately, someone stepped forward to clarify the situation.

As the explanation unfolded, Rachel’s expression grew stern. She approached Kallie, her stance somewhat confrontational. “Miss, I’ll be honest. Recent incidents involving you have really put me off. I find you quite annoying. But that doesn’t mean I’d stoop to this level. Please, be more vigilant and stop pointing fingers at everyone else.”

Rachel understand. She swiftly typed down her reply on her phone. “Miss Simpson, I’m not sure what you’ve heard,

are guests, and though she wasn’t invited, we have no right to turn her away. Please, bring her

voiceless

Kallie a dismissive look and

not to enter. Lacking an invitation, entering would

she asked mockingly. “Expecting an apology

her head vigorously, too distressed to type out a response, and switched to sign language. She gestured that she wasn’t pointing fingers and simply wanted to clear up any

even understand her gestures?

surprised. She has a mean streak. Miss Simpson is being too gracious, even letting her in. I would’ve thrown her

we all saw what happened. We’re your witnesses. You haven’t done anything wrong. If she’s

moment, Kallie’s realization hit hard. Prejudice was a massive, unyielding force in people’s minds. Though the online chatter had ceased, what did it matter? Their perception of her was already set in stone. Changing it was

soft sigh, her eyes slightly reddening as she struggled to suppress

Kallie’s expression. Her look softened. “Let’s just forget about it. Today’s the happiest day of my life, and I won’t let

words, the scorn still lingered in her

like a vast ocean, engulfing Kallie, who stood isolated at its center. She seemed

moment, a familiar figure

warm smile, positioning

didn’t

and I were old schoolmates. Seeing you’ve grown up and are throwing a birthday bash,

his gaze shifted to Kallie standing beside him. He gestured toward his phone, his defense for Kallie evident in his messages. “I noticed from a distance that there seemed to be some tension between you two. Although Kallie can’t speak and is usually reserved, she’s genuinely a good person. Perhaps

there was indeed a mix-up! But

with enthusiasm and turned to Kallie, inviting