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.

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be a big deal even if the truth came to light. But she hadn’t expected it to escalate like this. Now, many people had been killed,

she grabbed a fistful of 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

over, she muttered to herself, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t know it would turn out like this.

urgent knock on the door jolted her out

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

other side. His brow furrowed as he took in her disheveled appearance. He asked, “Are you okay, Miss

being addressed

even appeared much more good-tempered, though a bit distracted. Lowering her gaze to avoid the

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would like to see you. Are you available

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