Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 448:

He shrank back, his demeanor shifting. “I’m sorry,” he stammered.

Sophie responded curtly, “Why did you do it? Don’t ever behave so poorly again.”

The boy bowed his head, his arrogance dissipated, but then he suddenly smirked and shoved Sophie forcefully, causing her to fall onto the sandy beach. The boy, looking about six or seven, had surprisingly strong arms.

Sophie burst into tears from the pain. Kallie’s heart ached for her daughter as she scooped her up immediately, checking her for injuries. The boy’s shove had left bruises.

On a harder surface, it could have been much worse. Anger and sympathy surged through Kallie simultaneously.

Kallie looked up, furious, and spotted the boy hiding behind a young woman. The woman looked to be in her early thirties; Kallie couldn’t imagine her being the boy’s mother. The woman was pretty, with large, teary eyes that were captivating. Right now, she was staring straight at Kallie, clearly unhappy.

deep breath and walked over, Sophie still sobbing in her arms. Since the boy’s guardian was present, Kallie wanted the boy to be disciplined. She had no intention of

said to the woman, “Hi, I’m this little girl’s mom. Your son just destroyed my daughter’s sandcastle and pushed her down. He needs to apologize to my daughter, and you need to punish him. Despite his young

Craig’s never been a bad

this woman was one of those parents who indulged their kids and even justified their

something harder. If you’re not going to make him apologize and punish him, then don’t blame me if I take matters into my own hands and

bodyguards were positioned nearby. Sensing the tension escalating, they inched closer, forming a

face drained of color. Her voice rose sharply. “What’s the meaning of this? Are you trying to

right,” she said, her voice hard. “I tried talking sense, but you wouldn’t listen. Now,

woman and the boy. The boy’s face crumpled, and he began to sob uncontrollably. The woman’s jaw clenched, defiance

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with me for long. Yet, here he is, inadvertently crossing your precious daughter. I figure I have to yield. You wealthy individuals always have