Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1361:

The butler’s regret hit him like a tidal wave. Internally, he cursed himself, but even more so, he raged at his son. If only that fool had kept his arrogance in check instead of provoking someone beyond their reach. Not only had they lost everything—their jobs, their standing—but they were now cast aside by the Stanley family, saddled with a debt they could never repay. One misstep, and they had plummeted from privilege to ruin in an instant.

Kallie studied the butler, reading the resentment hidden beneath his shame. She spoke slowly, her voice carrying an unmistakable warning.

“I know you won’t truly reflect on your actions. You won’t regret what you did—only that you offended the wrong person today.” Her lips curled into a faint smile, but there was no warmth behind it.

“I’m just an ordinary woman, powerless and without influence. And yet, you framed me, mistreated me, and tried to silence me.” Kallie took a step closer, her gaze piercing.

“I won’t waste my breath trying to change you. But from now on, I’ll have people keeping an eye on you. If you dare to pull this crap on anyone again, we’ll settle both the old and new debts together.”

The butler immediately dropped to his knees, his face streaked with tears.

Nixon, we wouldn’t dare! Never again! Please,

hand, signaling the bodyguards to drag the butler and his men away. Without hesitation, the bodyguards obeyed, hauling the disgraced butler and his crew

the commotion died down, the gathered crowd slowly dispersed,

had been fearless, stepping up to defend someone she barely knew. Now, with the danger gone, the girl simply stood there, looking unsure of what to do

the name tentatively, as if testing its weight on her

“Caitlin Cooper.”

the

eyes widened with surprise before lighting up with excitement. She rushed forward, her

remember me! I thought… I thought

Memories surfaced—ones Kallie had buried deep. The accident back then had only claimed her parents and grandparents. Caitlin’s family, with whom relations had always been strained, had been

Caitlin’s family who stepped forward to take Kallie in. But Caitlin’s father had refused, denying any connection to Kallie. Kallie still remembered standing at their doorstep, a community worker by her side, clutching the small bag that held what little remained of her life. She understood why they had refused to adopt her, but

house, huh?” Caitlin’s father had scoffed