Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 412:

Joanna’s eyes flickered with a moment of doubt before hardening with renewed rage. “Don’t act like you’re better than me, Kallie! If you’re so powerful, end me now! Kill me! Because if you don’t, I swear I’ll make your life a living hell. You should have died abroad! Why did you even come back? You’re vile, and your daughter is just as repulsive.”

Kallie’s expression hardened, her gaze turning icy as she stared down at Joanna. “In that case, I really shouldn’t have shown you any mercy,” she said, her voice cold and sharp. “Joanna, do you honestly believe this is all I can do?”

Joanna, still on the floor, sneered with defiance. “If you think you’re so powerful, then prove it! I’ve already lost Ethan; I’ve got nothing left to lose.”

Kallie offered a faint, knowing smile, choosing not to dignify Joanna’s challenge with a response. She simply turned and left the room.

In the adjoining room, a group of reporters stood nervously, their cameras clutched tightly. These were the very people Joanna had hired to smear Kallie’s reputation.

Kallie gestured for one of them to approach. The reporter stepped forward eagerly, his smile ingratiating. “Ms. Nixon, rest assured, I’ll handle everything as you’ve asked.”

nod, her expression unreadable.

did,” the reporter

her mental breakdown. We’ll make it look like she even tried to imprison him at home. And every woman who got close to Ethan, we’ll frame it

“With the Martel family’s status, this story will be massive. Once it’s out, it’ll be the talk of the town. I’ve

eyes devoid of any warmth. “You seem to be an expert at doing such a thing. How many people have you screwed over with your approach?”

remained unfazed. “Screwed over? Please. If those people I report on didn’t mess up, I wouldn’t have a story.” A smug grin spread across

mockery intensified. “So, how about we turn the tables, huh? Let someone dig up all your dirty laundry and splash it across the headlines. How would you like

reporter’s smirk vanished, replaced

dismissed him with a wave of her hand and said to her bodyguards, “Get him out of my sight. And make sure

whimpers echoing down the

tense silence, broken only by the reporter’s fading cries. The remaining reporters hardly dared