Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

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Florrie couldn’t afford to escalate the issue. She had been conspiring with the spiritual advisor to fool Gracelyn all alone and thus preferred avoiding a confrontation with Gracelyn.

Plus, should Gracelyn learn of this issue, Florrie knew her sudden interest in Kallie’s mobility would be questioned, and digging deeper would undoubtedly unravel her and Calvert’s plots.

Reluctantly, Florrie gave Kallie a final look. Her suspicions began to subside. Maybe it wasn’t Kallie after all. After all, if Kallie had the means to bribe the staff, she would have used it to escape her current situation long ago.

As Florrie walked away, Kallie let out a long sigh of relief.

However, the servant beside Kallie looked at her with a complicated expression.

Finally giving in to curiosity, the servant asked, “Miss Nixon, did you really not wander off just now?”

This question sparked a wave of anger in Kallie, leading her to impulsively smash the cup the servant had given her to the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice grew cold.

myself be left out in the sun for almost an hour? I’ve chosen to let this go, yet you seem intent on pressing

frightened the servant, who was clearly shaken by Kallie’s emotional

way. Please don’t be angry. It’s all my fault. I was preoccupied earlier and didn’t pay enough

at Kallie

But upon thinking it over, she realized if she didn’t address the servants’ behavior, they might continue to see her as a pushover and do even more outrageous

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ignore the servant’s plea. Sweating profusely, the servant was visibly terrified, almost to the point of

Kallie was dissatisfied, she might report the matter to Gracelyn. For a few days, Kallie experienced some

purposely tipped the bowl, causing the hot liquid

it, maintaining a calm façade as the boiling medicine drenched her legs. Instantly, a fierce pain radiated from

clenched her teeth, but her

Kallie closely, feigning panic as she deliberately said, “Oh no, Miss Nixon, are you okay? How clumsy I am! I’m