Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1208:

Clayton tilted his head slightly and sighed, though there was no sincerity in the gesture.

“Mr. Reeves, you’ve got the wrong idea. Sure, I might’ve entertained the thought once.”

Clayton paused, letting the silence thicken like fog before continuing, “But I realized that such a tactic is beneath me. Killing you wouldn’t solve anything. You have children in this world, don’t you? Even if they aren’t close to you, they carry your blood. If I were to harm you, who’s to say they wouldn’t come for me someday? So, I’ve decided to end this game properly.”

As Clayton’s words hung in the air, his gaze turned razor-sharp, his malice undisguised. There was a cruel edge to his smirk, a silent dare that stung like an open wound.

The sound of shattering glass snapped through the tension. Jake crushed the wine glass in his hand, letting the shards fall to the floor. Rising from his seat, he fixed Clayton with a glare so cold it could freeze fire.

“Clayton, you’re walking a very dangerous path,” he said, his voice low and steady.

butler’s call, skepticism flickered across her

you sure you’re not joking?” she asked, her voice

voice carried an

lied to you before, but this isn’t

desperation creeping into his

Doesn’t that mean anything? Mr. Morgan brought a whole group with him, and you know how fragile his health is. If things go badly, Mr. Morgan could end

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tension building there. She let out a slow sigh. To be fair, she had no desire to get involved in the drama between Jake and Clayton. Still, she

have the answers she needed. She knew that much. With a reluctant shake of her head, she grabbed her keys

stood rooted at the gate, Clayton’s anguished cries echoing in the house and piercing the still night. His hands trembled as he clasped them

pulled up to the estate, the butler rushed to meet her. Relief was written all over his face, and tears glimmered in his eyes as he said, “Miss Nixon, thank goodness you’re finally here. Please, go

gaze shifted to the mansion’s heavy doors, shut tightly against the night. A cluster

me in,” she said, more