Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1203:

“I work for the Nixon Group, and I can vouch for Miss Nixon’s character. She has always treated employees with kindness and respect. Brysen, her earliest assistant, resigned after the accident, but Miss Nixon didn’t turn her back on Brysen. Instead, Miss Nixon ensured Brysen received treatment and even built a care facility specifically for Brysen. That place was never about making money—it was an act of compassion. Miss Nixon is just as much a victim here.”

“I remember Kallie was once married to the president of the Reeves Group, right? And now, that president is with someone else. At their recent engagement party, Kallie’s eldest daughter somehow fell into the water.”

Lacey stumbled upon this comment while scrolling on her phone. The words sent a jolt through her, and she dropped the device in shock.

Her unusual reaction caught Jake’s attention.

Jake had invited Lacey over today to ask if she had any involvement in this matter.

Lacey had mentally prepared herself before coming, determined to stay composed. At first, she answered Jake’s questions with relative calm.

However, upon seeing the video capturing Kallie’s words, especially the last part, Lacey couldn’t suppress her anxiety. As some netizens started to suspect her, she became even more panicked.

Jake’s gaze narrowed, his expression shadowed with suspicion. He asked, “What’s wrong? You look unsettled. Is there something bothering you?”

her palm into her side, trying to steady her nerves, and then

have no reason to cause such a scene. What could I possibly gain from stirring up all

eyes

be implicated in this, will I? If someone is trying to frame me, how could I ever

live now at

tapped rhythmically on the table, each

didn’t dare say a word and only watched

like an eternity,

and someone is framing you, I will make sure your name is

his gaze

the

her. She nodded quickly, her face

understand, Mr. Reeves. I don’t have the guts or the means

didn’t respond. He simply waved his hand dismissively, signaling

of the room,

whose face was etched with