Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 385:

“Well, I do know a bit about art. I heard about your passion for paintings and calligraphy, and I feel fortunate that we share this interest. So, Mrs. Martel, I implore you, for my sake, don’t be harsh on Evelyn. I’m confident the blame lies entirely with Kallie. Everyone here can vouch for that.”

Charlee offered a noncommittal smile and said nothing. Tears welled up in Evelyn’s eyes as she looked at Melinda with gratitude, and then her sobbing grew more intense. “Charlee, someone has finally spoken up for me! Why can’t you believe me? Are you scared of Kallie? You say the word, and her auction house will be doomed.”

“Shut up!” Joanna rubbed her temples, visibly irritated. She waved her hand dismissively and commanded, “Take her out of here, now.”

Under her breath, Joanna couldn’t resist another jab, muttering that Evelyn was both foolish and embarrassing.

Once Evelyn was escorted away, the room fell into an immediate hush.

over and gently squeezed Melinda’s hand, offering

gesture, her cheeks coloring with a blush. Having Charlee as an ally would mean she no longer needed to fear the Reeves family

words abruptly burst Melinda’s bubble. Despite the warm smile, there was a cool undertone in Charlee’s voice. As she gazed at Melinda, her expression

favor, hoping to gain something in return. I have always

are here to celebrate my birthday, and your good wishes and sincerity are more than enough. I approached you, aiming to give the painting back to you.

visibly thrilled, clearly having taken Charlee’s words at face value. With a quick shake of her head, she said, “Oh, Mrs. Martel, please don’t think so. My gift to you wasn’t meant to imply anything beyond a gesture of respect. You remind me so much of my own mother. Please, don’t feel obligated. Think of me as someone younger,

as a daughter? More like Melinda wanted to secure a place as Charlee’s goddaughter, flattering herself into

nearby, Charlee’s daughter, Joanna, frowned, and her expression clouded over at

sarcasm, chimed in, “Did you even consider asking Miss Martel how she

smile stiffened before morphing into a look

seems you’re just envious of the bond I share with Mrs. Martel, resentful that I understand her needs