Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 139:

Sophia’s trembling subsided, her sobs growing quieter as guilt and fear overwhelmed her.

Boris cursed “idiot” in his mind.

In an attempt to salvage the situation and steer the group’s attention away from his mother’s guilty expression, Boris dropped to his knees abruptly, the impact echoing crisply in the room. He faced the direction of Jerome’s ward and bowed his head repeatedly against the floor.

Brent’s expression darkened, a frown creasing his brow as he watched contemplatively.

Boris then launched into a theatrical display, crying loudly. He crawled on his knees toward Brent and clutched at the fabric of Brent’s pants, his demeanor desperate.

“Brent, if it turns out my mother really did something so vile, then she’s lower than any beast. It’d be justified, even to cast her out,” Boris pleaded, voice choked with emotion, “But please, I urge you to delve deeply into this.

My mother is so timid. She can’t even bear to crush an ant, much less harm a human, especially not her own father.”

Boris’s performance was convincing. It tugged at the heartstrings of everyone there, compelling some to tears.

Yet, Brent remained unmoved, his judgment unclouded. He looked down at Boris, his voice calm and steady. “Why the rush, Boris? I haven’t accused her outright yet. I’m merely suspicious and wish to speak with her.”

Boris’s gaze flitted nervously around as his cries continued unabated. “I realize that ever since my mother and I came back to the Hayes family, you’ve been resentful, believing we have no place here. But I’m not here to vie with you for anything. The Hayes estate, including the Hayes Group, is yours. Just please, show some compassion. Our lives have been difficult. Keeping us around is like having two more pets in the house.”

Some onlookers couldn’t keep silent any longer.

“How can someone be so cruel? To think of killing one’s own father!”

“Perhaps he’s seizing the opportunity to drive them away.”

Whispers and murmurs rose among the members of the Hayes family. A number of them had harbored grievances against Brent but had found no reason to confront him—until now.

one thing for you to disregard us and wish us gone under normal circumstances, but now, standing before you are your own aunt and cousin. Can you really be so merciless? It’s been evident to everyone that this mother and son

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acted much sooner. Why would they wait until now? Brent, could it be that you’re the one wishing for Jerome’s swift departure? Once he passes, the entire Hayes legacy falls

erupted at the accusation. He clenched his jaw and delivered a forceful punch to the

didn’t even attempt to

his face, he yelled out dramatically, “Brent, why are you attacking

was captured on video and promptly uploaded online, where it quickly spread

the real story, many viewers fell for Boris’s act, bombarding Brent’s social media

boycott the products and subsidiaries of the Hayes Group, demanding

to the online uproar,

secured the divorce certificate tomorrow, a milestone that was expected to bring joy. Yet, she was restless, spending the night awake, tossing and turning, unable to find peace. Jake’s fate haunted

from her time with the Reeves family surged, filling Kallie’s mind with scenes of school days and living alongside

been visibly unhappy, his expression

considered calling off

Kallie made had unexpectedly taken hold with Roderick,

affair attended mostly

was ready to speak to Roderick to stop the wedding if Jake was

repair. However, when she approached him, Jake’s response was frosty. He gripped her chin firmly, his eyes devoid of warmth. “What, still not satisfied? What else do you want from me? Do you want me to vow to love only you

sharp and mocking, echoed in Kallie’s mind. So the following day, during what should have been the happiest occasion of

to grasp why happiness eluded

ceremony, whispers and

Jake, suggesting she must have

on one thing: Kallie was indeed

do was silently endure the mockery and derision

to speak with him. However, she found him with bodyguards, beating up those who had

“Who do you think you are to