Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 185:

Irene was baffled. Why did Sarah have to go this far? She sensed she had missed something crucial.

Irene suddenly remembered something—she had a small self-defense knife in her pocket.

As the bodyguards continued to taunt her, a glint of lethal intent sparkled in her eyes.

Irene’s mind raced. If anything happened to Kallie, Brent would be shattered. Brent regarded Kallie almost as a sister and would never want to see her harmed.

Irene couldn’t bear the thought of Brent heartbroken, nor could she stand the idea of Kallie being in danger. She steeled herself, prepared to risk everything to protect Kallie.

Just as Irene moved to act, a strong hand clamped onto her shoulder and pulled her back forcefully.

Reaching for her knife, Irene nearly stumbled, and the knife slipped from her grip.

The figure acted swiftly, pinning her arm behind her back with such force that Irene grimaced in pain, and the knife clattered to the ground.

Turning, she saw Edgar behind her. Despair overwhelmed her, snuffing out her last flicker of rationale. “Aren’t you going to do anything? Are you just going to let them kill Kallie?”

Edgar dismissed her plea with a smile and turned to the three bodyguards at the door. “This one’s lost her mind. I’ve got this. Just focus on the door.”

Irene was livid, shouting, “Are you even human? How can you be this cold? What did Kallie do to deserve this? How has she wronged you?”

Irene was forcefully dragged into another room where Jake was waiting.

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seeing Jake, Irene felt an

faced away from her, concealing his

could sense

desperate. “I know Kallie must have upset you, but remember your shared history. She’s like a sister to you.

dismissing her with a wave

maintain professionalism, interjected, “Mr. Reeves doesn’t wish to antagonize the Hayes family. Let’s pretend

leading her away, Irene noticed a back door. In

grimaced in pain, his hold loosening, and Irene took her chance to run

to chase

now. Things look a bit odd, but their attention is likely

and frustration surged, with veins throbbing at his temples and

suppressed rage as he gritted his

gently. “Mr. Reeves, please stay calm. Losing your composure will only put your wife in greater danger. The neurotoxin that affected you

gaze turned icy, and he suddenly struck the railing with

the railing shook slightly

knuckles as he struck out, driven by a torrent of anger and regret. Unperturbed by the pain, he continued, relentless in

distressed by the scene, implored, “Mr. Reeves, you must halt this. We’re going to attract

time. Even if it blows our cover, I’ll ensure she’s safe abroad, even at the cost of her hatred toward me. I owe her that. At least that’s what my grandfather said

were heavy

deeply, gave a resigned nod, and left to coordinate

made

fish laid out on a cutting board, awaiting its fate. Her clothes remained

agony and resignation as if all fight had left her. Tears streamed