Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 924

Chapter 924:

“It’s not true,” Lacey shot back, her voice rising sharply, yet a twinge of unease seeped through, betraying her.

With a mocking sneer and icy gaze, Leo countered, “Whether you admit it or not doesn’t change anything. Just know this: I’ll be keeping a very close eye on you. Don’t fool yourself into thinking you can keep any secrets from me.”

As Leo turned on his heel and left, a wave of weakness swept over Lacey’s legs. She watched him stride away, her jaw clenching in impotent fury. But there was nothing she could do. Leo was Jake’s right-hand man, deeply trusted and beyond her reach to challenge.

Lacey considered conspiring with Cody, a fleeting thought that quickly dissolved. Too many complications could arise from entangling with Cody, and deep down, she wasn’t ready to dive into such turbulent waters.

Kallie made her way to the residence where Neal had claimed to be living with Brysen. Kallie seldom visited. Typically, she preferred to deliver any items directly to them. However, given Kallie’s concerns for Brysen’s safety, she had taken the time to learn the layout of the neighborhood intricately. In other words, she could navigate her way there blindfolded.

see Neal or Brysen greet her. Instead, a cluster of unfamiliar faces welcomed her. The house was in Neal’s hometown,

are you?” she demanded, her voice tight. “Why are you in

of the group eyed Kallie with a mixture of confusion and defiance. “What do you mean, someone else’s home? This place is mine. I’ve

Kallie’s face. “Your home? You own this property?” she

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police. I own several properties in this area, and everyone around here knows me as the landlord. Haven’t

middle-aged woman motioned for someone to fetch the property deed and showed it to Kallie. As

Neal had explicitly told Kallie that the apartment was his. Was he the one

she apologized. “I’m terribly sorry for this mix-up. I was under the impression that the apartment belonged to a young man in his twenties. Actually, he’s supposed to be living here with a woman, my sister, to be precise. They’re married, or so I thought. I