Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 241:

Bria clenched her teeth, her frustration palpable, yet she could only watch as Ewing went to find Sarah.

Ewing likely shared all the details with Sarah. Sarah’s satisfaction was clear, radiating confidence with every glance. She even shot Bria a smug look, which did nothing but fuel Bria’s disdain.

Bria felt Sarah seemed willing to forget every connection to the Miller family, eagerly ditching them to ingratiate herself with the Nixon family. Ewing and Tyrone would be foolish if they chose to embrace Sarah and ignore her scheming side.

Bria grasped that complaining got her nowhere. As Ewing escorted Sarah away, a pang of distress seized Bria. She clutched her chest, her eyes flashing with a chilly resolve.

Despite everything, Bria took solace in knowing the gift she had asked Kallie to painstakingly prepare would make its mark. Bria consoled herself that once her health was restored, she wouldn’t have to fear people like Ewing and Sarah any longer. This thought smoothed the creases from her expression considerably.

Meanwhile, Kallie stirred, roused by the murmur of conversation. Pregnancy disrupted Kallie’s sleep, often leaving her restless and exhausted. Even with prolonged rest during the day, fatigue clung stubbornly. Thankfully, Bria had kept her promise, ensuring Kallie received plenty of prenatal care and nourishment.

leaving her no time to pay attention to Kallie. However, Kallie was acutely aware that this period of calm was merely temporary. She couldn’t quite

the voices outside

just go to the party and enjoy ourselves. Why bother

that’s Miss Nixon’s orders. If anything goes wrong, it’s

so scared of? Didn’t you see how she’s cozying up to Bria? She seems perfectly content now. Why would she want

what’s next on

in their words

couldn’t help but feel the irony of it all. Her current comfort was a trade-off for future safety. The uncertainty of what

a lengthy discussion, they finally decided to leave, ceasing to watch

heart began to race. She sensed that her opportunity to flee was

Tyrone was seated at a piano, engrossed in his playing, his back to