Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1197:

Frustrated, Lacey kept refreshing, logging in and out, hoping new comments would pop up.

She even followed the Nixon Group’s official account using an anonymous profile. She was anxious to hear about the progress of the explosion investigation.

Two hours passed, but there was no mention of suspects or any indication of foul play.

Finally, Lacey exhaled, a wave of relief washing over her.

But as she lifted her gaze, her reflection caught her eye in the mirror. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the raw fear in her own eyes. Her skin had gone pale, and cold sweat clung to her forehead.

The incident had truly shaken her to the core. For the first time, she felt an intense fear grip her. After all, the explosion was connected to her. Clayton had disguised her and given her a package to carry inside. He had told her someone would contact her once she was inside the retreat. Her only task was to deliver the package.

the package, only that it was heavy. But Clayton had made it clear: the

something in. She told herself it wouldn’t be a big deal even if the truth came to light. But she hadn’t expected it to

her hair and bent her head low. Her eyes were wide with shock. She couldn’t erase the horrifying images from her mind—the thought that those innocent people had died because of her. The guilt only intensified her fear and

didn’t know

on the door jolted her out

her breath and shook off the vivid, haunting images. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to stand and opened the

furrowed as he took in her disheveled

called Miss Payne. She insisted on being addressed as Mrs. Reeves, especially since she

was unaware of it all. She even appeared much more good-tempered, though a bit distracted. Lowering her gaze to avoid

but said nothing more on

to see you. Are you available

up at the mention of