Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 249:

After the initial shock, Ewing responded with unexpected composure, “In the Nixon family, the only ones who recall what our aunt looked like are our grandpa and the older generation. I caught only a glimpse of her as a child, and you’ve never seen her at all. We don’t even have photos of her or her child in the house. Our grandpa may be unwell and his mind muddled, but his memories of our aunt and cousin have always remained vivid.”

Hearing his words, Bria’s unease deepened, and her voice involuntarily rose as she demanded clarification. “What are you implying? Are you suggesting Kallie is our aunt’s child?”

Bria’s getting emotional made her forget to modulate her volume, allowing those nearby to overhear. Initially, they had been puzzled by Tyrone’s odd behavior, but now the pieces were falling into place.

“Kallie always seemed to lack any family members. She had no relatives in Burmoos, which is probably why the Reeves family adopted her. Her parents and paternal grandparents are all gone, but I’ve never heard about her maternal grandparents. Actually, I feel she resembles the Nixon children. What do you think?” Edgar said deliberately after catching Jake’s cue.

Jake’s implication was clear. Regardless of whether Kallie truly belonged to the Nixon lineage, they needed to stir up rumors to convince such a claim. Besides, it was Tyrone who had first acknowledged Kallie, and if she turned out not to be his granddaughter, the fault wouldn’t lie with her.

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distinct status compared to the Hayes and Reeves families. With Tyrone’s

familiar. She could tell Tyrone was convinced she was his granddaughter. Perhaps

signed to him. Her gestures practically said, “Sir, we’ve met before, and perhaps it’s fate. You think I look familiar, but you

her parents. Tales of her maternal grandfather’s family were absent from her childhood. All she knew was their disapproval of

her maternal grandparents. They remained silent about the past, yet Kallie sensed her family’s

desire to leave, even willing not to

continued to cloud his

your age. How could I, your grandfather, be mistaken? After all these