Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 233:

Pushed to her limit and physically overwhelmed, Kallie’s body began to sway. Just as she teetered on the brink of collapsing, the door swung open. A stern male voice cut through the chaos, “What are you all doing?”

The oppressive weight on Kallie’s back vanished, and she exhaled a deep sigh of relief, collapsing to the floor in utter exhaustion. The servants, caught off guard by Ewing’s unexpected arrival with others, exchanged surprised looks.

Meanwhile, Bria was still resting in her room. Known for her poor health and need for uninterrupted sleep, she despised disturbances. Bria’s temper was notoriously worse when she was roused unexpectedly.

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Once, in Ferelden, a maid had inadvertently broken a vase while Bria was asleep, waking her. The consequences were severe. The next day, the maid was dismissed, her limbs brutally broken, her fate unknown. The servants exchanged wary glances, none daring to wake Bria up.

a forced smile, addressing Ewing, “Mr. Nixon, Miss Nixon is resting. We were merely engaging in some

numbed from prolonged kneeling, gave way, and she collapsed again, pulling the servant down with her. This time, Kallie acted with

Kallie was pregnant, which added weight to her impact. Kallie landed on the servant’s waist, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the latter, a form of retribution for the earlier abuse. The servant under Kallie seemed poised to scold her but paused, deterred by Ewing’s stern

dismissive sneer, said, “This is what you call playing? I’m not

making herself as inconspicuous as possible. Kallie had seen Ewing before in the hospital and remembered his face well. He appeared to be Bria’s cousin, and they seemed to share a

what might happen if Ewing shared Bria’s malicious traits and targeted her. Ewing’s gaze shifted to Kallie, scrutinizing her from head to toe. He had only glimpsed her briefly before. Her face seemed familiar, yet he couldn’t place where

of Bria’s twisted nature. Although he could have turned a blind eye to this, the sight of Kallie’s pregnant condition stirred a flicker of compassion within him. “Call Bria

washed over the servants’ faces. They hesitated, nudging each other, yet no one dared to

walked directly to Bria’s room. She opened

objects being thrown and faint slapping noises filled the air.