Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 993:

“I refuse to accept this!” Clayton’s voice thundered as he surged toward Sophie in a wild rush.

Sophie whirled around, her heart pounding, and sprinted away. But she clearly couldn’t outrun him.

Clayton closed the distance with ease, his large hands clamping around her slender neck.

Sophie stared back at him, horror-struck by the madness in his eyes.

“How could I accept defeat without trying some more methods? If things are as you say, then I will try a new strategy, making her see no one else but me.” Clayton’s tone was chillingly calm as he laid out his sinister plan.

“Loneliness breeds dependency. If she has no one but me, she’ll have to rely on me.”

Clayton’s smile grew increasingly deranged.

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Sophie flailed against his iron grip, panic coursing through her veins. Despite her protest, she was outmatched by his overwhelming strength. Her struggles were futile, like an ant challenging the wind.

Pain contorted her features, but she gasped out her defiance, “This is wrong. My mother doesn’t love you, and she never will. Love means wanting her happiness, not bringing her suffering. What you’re doing isn’t love—it’s obsession.”

Clayton’s anger flared dangerously. His fingers clamped tighter around her, the veins on his forearms popping prominently as he glared down at her.

“Absolute rubbish! You, a mere child, claim to know of love? How laughable. The nerve of you provoking me! You must have a death wish, and I don’t mind sending you to it!”

He sneered venomously, “The Duncan family just needs to vent their frustration, seeking one person’s demise. Your corpse could be bartered for your mother’s safety. Sophie, you heard me? Your demise could be her salvation! Surely, you find relief in that, right?”

Sophie’s energy had drained away, her body limp with defeat. Her complexion turned ghostly, her eyes dimming as they fluttered shut, the weight of despair pressing down on her. Just as darkness threatened to consume Sophie, Clayton’s cruel grip unexpectedly slackened.

Sophie crumpled to the cold ground, air rushing back into her lungs in harsh, ragged gasps. Though her sight was clouded, the figure keeping Clayton restrained was clear enough. It was Jake.

Pinning Clayton firmly to the ground, Jake’s cold, fierce demeanor was terrifying. He punched again and again, each strike carrying the weight of his fury, as if he wanted to crush Clayton completely.

Sophie, still choked by her own coughs, realized the violence unfolding before her eyes had to stop. With a shaky effort, she managed to seize Jake’s uncontrolled attention.

Clayton’s unconscious body fell limp as Jake turned his full attention to Sophie. Jake wanted nothing more than to comfort her with a hug, but his concern about her feelings toward his closeness held him back.

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