Chapter 944
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Her voice wavered, and a shadow of sadness crossed her face.
âBrysen has suffered so much, and itâs my fault,â she whispered, the weight of her guilt pressing heavily on her.
Exhaustion washed over Kallie, a reminder of how long sheâd been trying to hold everything together alone.
Even the strongest hearts had limits, and she had felt dangerously close to breaking.
But she knew she couldnât let herself fall apart now.
Clayton observed the vulnerability in her expression, and a wave of heartache washed over him.
His voice softened, sincerity shining in his eyes as he spoke.
âKallie, Iâm so sorry.â
Kallie looked up, puzzled.
âWhy are you sorry?â
Clayton hesitated, a storm of emotions flickering across his face.
When he finally spoke, his words were carefully measured.
âNeal was once my employee, and even I was fooled by his facade.
He worked hard, always seemed sincere, and earned everyoneâs trust.â
âWhen he started working for you, I later found out he was involved with Brysen.
Office relationships were strictly forbidden, and I didnât want to complicate things for you, so I pressured him to end it.
Your escape begins with ga ln ov els . com But instead of complying, he chose to resign.â
Clayton paused, a mixture of fake frustration and guilt clouding his eyes.
âAt the time, I thought he truly cared for Brysen, and I never imagined it was all a carefully crafted lie.â
Claytonâs expression darkened, seemingly mad.
âWhere is he now? Do you have any idea? We should report him to the authorities and let the law handle this.â
Kallie shook her head, a bitter smile forming on her lips.
âOn my way back, someone orchestrated a car accident and kidnapped Neal.
I have no clue whether heâs alive or dead.â
Claytonâs eyes widened, feigned disbelief etched across his face.
âThey went to such extreme lengths to get to Neal? Kallie, whoeverâs behind this is powerful and dangerous.
We canât just brush this off.
We need to involve the authorities.â
Kallie let out a weary sigh, the weight of exhaustion evident in her voice.
âIf the police could help, Iâd have already reported it.
But itâs not that simple.â She rose and lifted her chin, determination replacing her fatigue.
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