Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 985:

Kallie had been actively locating Neal and assumed he had adopted a low profile, perhaps overly cautious about being exposed.noveldrama

Previously, at prestigious firms like the Morgan Group and Nixon Group, Neal had occupied senior management roles.

Later, Kallie had entrusted Brysen to Neal’s care along with hefty financial backing. Therefore, it was baffling for Kallie to see Neal in such dire straits. How had he become like this? It felt as if the mastermind behind the scene desired Neal’s absolute silence yet wanted their hands to stay clean of any murder.

Regardless, Kallie felt no pity for Neal.

To guarantee her own security, Kallie had brought her bodyguards along, who now crowded the small living space even more.

Standing at the threshold, Kallie surveyed Neal’s mother with a frosty glare.

“If there’s anything you need to disclose, do it now. And if distrust clouds your judgment, know that I can provide a generous amount that will secure your future comfortably,” she stated firmly. Her voice hardened.

“But remember, I require the truth first. Fail to provide that, and I will not hesitate to commit you and your son to an asylum.”

Neal’s mother shuddered under the weight of Kallie’s icy threat, her expression painted with fear. With a heavy sigh, she conceded.

“I’ll tell you everything. The person behind all this is…” Before she had a chance to finish, Neal erupted in a fit of shouting from inside the room. The sound was soon accompanied by a jarring symphony of crashes, jolting everyone gathered outside.

This explosion of noise wasn’t unexpected. Neal’s voice, sharp and haunting, sliced through the air, leaving a chilling echo that sent shivers crawling down their spines.

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The bodyguards exchanged worried looks, their eyes wide with apprehension.

Kallie swallowed hard, her gaze shifting to Neal’s mother, whose face was painted with anguish and fear.

“Maybe you should see what’s wrong?” Kallie suggested, her voice soft yet firm.

Acknowledging with a hesitant nod, Neal’s mother mustered a weak smile for Kallie.

“Just a moment, please. I’ll check on him. He might be having one of his episodes,” she murmured before turning to enter the room.

If one strained their ears, they could catch the faint, calming tone of Neal’s mother attempting to pacify him behind the closed door.

This ordeal stretched on for a dragging half-hour.

Meanwhile, Kallie felt a growing oppression in the air, thick and stifling, as if the very atmosphere was conspiring to suffocate her. The urge to escape for a breath of fresh air was overwhelming.

Yet, just as Kallie moved to step outside, the muffled sound of bodies collapsing to the floor reached her ears. Heart leaping to her throat, Kallie spun around to find her bodyguards collapsed, motionless on the floor. Kallie cried out to them, but the silence was deafening.

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