Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1157:

Inevitably, the butler would report this incident to Jake; it was part of his duty. He had stood by these colleagues for countless years. Even during Jake’s mysterious absence years ago, they had remained, steadfastly fulfilling their responsibilities. They were not just employees; they were the butler’s comrades.

Among those let go were several older servants. Bound by familial loyalty, they had persisted in their roles despite their advancing years. Yet, they departed without any form of severance—a stark revelation of Lacey’s lack of empathy.

Disturbed by these thoughts, the butler quickened his pace.

That very night, Lacey reached a breaking point. She was horrified to find her possessions from the master bedroom discarded, strewn about with complete disregard for her personal pride.

Lacey arrived to a shocking scene. People were discarding her belongings one by one, treating them as if they were worthless. Fuming, Lacey fixed a piercing glare on the butler, who continued to orchestrate the chaos.

Lacey hissed at the butler, “Why are you doing this? I am Mrs. Reeves, your boss. Do you realize I have the power to dismiss you?”

the butler replied, “Miss Payne, you seem to be mistaken. Mr.

irked by his formal address, raised her

be Jake’s wife, and you should recognize that.” The butler simply chuckled dismissively, clearly

anger intensified. She intercepted a servant, reclaiming

you discarding my belongings? Do you think I won’t take this up with

impression for Jake in the days leading up to their engagement, believing their relationship would flourish once they were married. Yet, she found herself losing

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managed to restrain herself, choosing to mince her words when speaking to the butler. The truth was, she lacked the authority to dismiss him, though she wished she could. It was evident that the butler held respect only for Kallie and her children, always

lifted his chin slightly and advised, “Miss Payne, I suggest you speak with Mr. Reeves. He made this decision, stating you aren’t to stay in the master bedroom. Continuing this drama will only lead to your embarrassment. For Mr. Reeves’ sake, we’ll keep

stared at him, dumbfounded, and retorted, “What are you talking

early marriage dynamics. She hadn’t intended to claim the