Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1272:

Kallie’s trembling fingers gestured toward her face, swollen and angry red with rashes that stood out starkly against her delicate skin.

“Look at me!” Kallie wailed.

“How can I show myself like this?”

Gracelyn’s lips parted as she took in the sight. Kallie’s once radiant complexion was marred with blotches and swelling, leaving her unrecognizable.

For a moment, Gracelyn didn’t know how to respond. She finally exhaled, her earlier suspicions melting away. For all her frustration, she understood one thing clearly—no woman would willingly subject herself to such disfigurement. Whatever had happened to Kallie, it wasn’t of her own doing.

Gracelyn’s gaze turned icy as she faced the servants standing nearby.

“What did Kallie eat today? Who did she meet? What did she do? Speak, and don’t waste my time.”

The servants exchanged uneasy looks until one finally stepped forward, her voice quivering.

and took the same medication. But she felt a bit

cut through the

The servant hesitated.

unusual. We were all with Miss Nixon and Florrie the entire time. Nothing out of the

Gracelyn’s expression hardened further.

Calvert and Florrie immediately,” she

at the door, their expressions starkly

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through the air. As the message reached Calvert

was pale, beads of sweat trickling down his temple

by contrast, looked confused—wondering

Kallie’s face, Florrie immediately understood everything. She hid a smug expression behind a mask of concern. Her lips parted in feigned shock as she stepped

to your face?

broke down further at the pointed remark, tears

back to Kallie, her hand gently rubbing Kallie’s back in what seemed like a comforting

just a second. Inside, she reveled in Kallie’s misfortune. Look at Kallie now. That delicate face was ruined. How could Kallie ever hope to charm Calvert again? But Florrie simply didn’t notice that Kallie and Calvert had locked eyes briefly when Calvert walked into the room—a flicker of something unspoken passing