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.”

a shard from the wreckage, holding it 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 design, no one really bothered to check the material,

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

this present. How dare

your shocked look tells me you didn’t make this ‘masterpiece.’ Who’d you hire to make it? Spill the beans, so we won’t be tricked like you

flaming dumpster fire. Her gift, meant to be a showstopper,

darkened. He shot Bria

been the laughingstock of the room before. Pride was her middle name, and this

rage, saw red. In a blink, her

yelped and brought a hand

leech! Look at you, already willing to ditch your own family and employ any schemes just to pretend to be my cousin. Who do you think you’re

a fine one to talk, huh? You’re chasing after a taken man, for crying out loud! Don’t your fancy-pants schools teach