Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 244:

Jake’s heart raced as he moved closer to the artifact, driven by an urgent need to confirm its origins. Who on earth had made this masterpiece? But before Jake could reach it, a crisp, resounding crack echoed through the room.

Initially, the guests dismissed it as an illusion, but their disbelief turned to shock as the tray bearing the crane visibly cracked and then shattered, the pieces scattering across the table.

A moment earlier, Bria had been basking in the glow of admiration, her smile wide as compliments flowed. But as the carved crane disintegrated, her expression froze, a mix of confusion and panic taking over.

Questions hung in the air, the most pressing being the authenticity and material of the carved crane. Was it truly made of jade, or had there been a mistake? The implications of this incident were profound, not just for the gift, but for the credibility and face of the Nixon family in the eyes of their distinguished guests.

With all eyes on the broken carved crane, Sarah seized the moment to make her point, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Miss Nixon, your gift certainly looked beautiful, but it seems the quality was not quite up to par.”

up for the room to see. Her smile was tinged with contempt as she scrutinized the piece. “I was under the impression it was crafted from fine jade. Turns out, it’s just glass. With such an exquisite

Her face contorted in displeasure. Bria marched forward, jaw clenched. “This can’t be right! Glass? That

spared no expense for this present. How dare Kallie screw this

mockingly, “Miss Nixon, your shocked look tells me you didn’t make this ‘masterpiece.’ Who’d you hire to make it? Spill the beans, so

grand gesture had turned into a flaming dumpster fire. Her gift, meant to be a showstopper, was a

Bria a

before. Pride was her middle name, and this public humiliation felt like a punch to the

wretch!” Bria, her face contorted with rage, saw red. In a blink, her hand connected with Sarah’s cheek with

hand

Look at you, already willing to ditch your own

chasing after a taken man, for crying out loud! Don’t your fancy-pants schools teach basic decency? Or is stealing