Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1200:

Still, Sarah’s sudden reappearance had left a door slightly ajar—a door Lacey hadn’t considered before. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a way to turn this situation to her advantage.

When Lacey returned to her room, her resolve had hardened. Grabbing her phone, she quickly dialed Clayton’s number.

Kallie had spent three days in the hospital, letting the weight of her sadness sink in. She didn’t try to fight it. Instead, she allowed herself to grieve.

But when the doctor finally announced her health was stable enough for discharge, something shifted. Her tear-streaked face hardened with determination. She wasn’t going to let this go. Whoever had targeted Sophie and Brysen would pay.

The police didn’t take long to provide answers. The explosion and subsequent fire hadn’t been an accident. Someone had planted the device intentionally, their malicious actions leaving destruction and casualties in their wake.

Despite the investigation, Kallie soon realized that public opinion wasn’t on her side. Mysteriously, whispers began to swirl, blaming her for the tragedy. It was clear someone was manipulating the narrative, steering the fury of the masses directly at her.

The day after Kallie was discharged, the situation escalated. Victims’ families gathered at the entrance of the Nixon Group building, holding banners that screamed for justice.

loud, their grief palpable,

pay the

had acted immediately after the incident. She had sent representatives to offer compensation and

lawyers—were outright lies. Someone was clearly pulling the strings

was pale, her eyes rimmed red from crying over Brysen just hours earlier. But there was no time to grieve, no room to crumble. This was another fire

frazzled state

you should let the PR department handle this,” she suggested

victims here, too. The truth will come out. The law will prove our

shook her head

appearance. What they’re after isn’t an explanation—they want to put their struggles on display for the

recognizing Kallie’s resolve. Instead, she suggested, “Should I call the styling team to help

glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her pale complexion and tired eyes told a story of sleepless nights and endless grief. She