Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1202:

With these words, the buzzing swarm of media and influencers fell into an uneasy hush. They weren’t at a loss for words; they were simply too cautious to speak carelessly. Defamation was a serious offense. If the situation escalated, they risked being caught in the crossfire, facing legal consequences they couldn’t afford.

They knew the stakes. If this scandal didn’t drag Kallie down, they would be the ones who suffered. For individuals with modest incomes, it wasn’t a risk worth taking.

As the noise in the crowd slowly dwindled, Kallie’s expression softened. She cleared her throat and continued, “Now, as I said before, I’m not here today simply to apologize. Because, like many of you, I’m also a victim.”

Kallie’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she said, “In that tragic event, I lost someone very dear to me. She wasn’t just a friend—she was like a sister. I went to great lengths to establish this care facility for her to help her with her illness. I know some of you may question my intentions. Perhaps you think she was just a normal friend, that I wasn’t sincere.

But let’s be real. She wasn’t my biological sister and didn’t come from a wealthy family. So, why would I put myself through all of this? And don’t forget, my daughter visited her regularly at the facility—every two days, without fail. If you doubt me, I’m willing to release all the surveillance footage to prove it. Therefore, if I hadn’t gone that day, it would have been my daughter walking into that building with my friend…”

were all too real. Losing Brysen had already drained her of every last shred of emotional strength. The mere thought of Sophie’s close call sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn’t imagine how she would have pulled herself together if something really had happened to

hardened, her eyes

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stand together in this fight. Like you, I am a victim. We all

gaze shifted, locking with one of the cameras as

this livestream right now. And I want to make one thing clear. Even if the Nixon Group falls apart, even if I have to chase justice until my last breath, I will not rest until I make you pay.

delivering her statement, Kallie turned and left, leaving behind a crowd that had once been loud and unruly but was

on Kallie’s face. She, too, had lost someone dear to her. She couldn’t possibly be behind this. Kallie was right. The priority wasn’t assigning blame

meticulously planted in hopes of catching a sensational scoop, left disappointed, with nothing of substance to report. Kallie’s words had been raw and heartfelt, striking a chord with

at the Nixon Group began to dissipate. Kallie’s words spread quickly online,