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.”

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

a chalkboard to Bria. Her face contorted in displeasure. Bria

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

shocked look tells me you didn’t make this ‘masterpiece.’

gazes were filled with ridicule and disdain. Bria’s grand gesture had turned into a flaming dumpster fire. Her gift, meant to be a showstopper, was

Bria a look

Pride was her middle name, and this public humiliation

Bria, her face contorted with rage, saw red. In a blink, her hand connected with

off guard, yelped and brought a hand to her stinging cheek. Her eyes widened

you, already willing to ditch your own family and employ any schemes just to pretend to be my cousin. Who

by Bria’s words, retorted, “Oh, please! You’re a fine one to talk, huh? You’re chasing after a taken man, for crying out loud! Don’t