Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 868:

Kallie directed Brysen to sit quietly to the side before turning to address the caregiver with a cold stare.

The caregiver, a woman in her forties, had a look that suggested shrewdness and bitterness. Recently, Kallie had caught wind of rumors that someone had been slandering Brysen. She had been preoccupied with handling the Perry family and hadn’t immediately tackled this problem. She never expected these people would dare to bully Brysen.

Kallie confronted the displeased caregiver, her voice cold and sharp.noveldrama

“What have you been whispering about Brysen? I suggest you stick to the truth. If not, I’ll find ways to make you speak.”

The caregiver trembled, still attempting to defend herself.

“Honestly, I barely said anything. She just seems so fragile, like the tiniest comment might shatter her.”

With a stern gaze, Kallie gestured toward the surveillance camera mounted above them.

“Unwilling to confess? That’s fine. I’ll just review the footage. And if I catch you lying, you won’t get away with it.”

This threat visibly frightened the caregiver. In a defiant gesture, she removed her work badge and slammed it onto the floor.

“Go ahead and check the footage. Yes, I spoke ill of her. What’s it to you? She’s brought shame upon herself, so why shouldn’t we discuss it? No respectable woman will find herself in her situation. She must have been reckless, or perhaps she crossed the wrong person. And look at her now, intimidating and fierce. Even if you were to harm me today just to silence me, a great deal of people share my mindset. Do you plan to shut everyone up?”

Kallie’s breathing turned sharp and erratic, her anger boiling over, yet she felt there wasn’t much she could do. Muting the murmurs of the crowd was beyond her capabilities.

Kallie realized that if Brysen were to remain in the sterile confines of the hospital, the cold stares and whispered disdain would continue unabated. Regrettably, no viable alternative presented itself. Her relentless schedule left no room for her to personally nurse Brysen. Bringing Brysen home would mean the necessity of employing skilled caregivers. Now, any swirling rumor felt like a blade twisting into Brysen’s progress. Things threatened to spiral out of control.

Brysen had finally shown precious signs of recovery and couldn’t afford such disturbances.

In the midst of these heavy thoughts, the door burst open. Neal marched in and delivered a stinging slap to the caregiver.

The caregiver staggered back, nearly losing her footing, her cheek flaming red. Neal’s face was etched with fury as he loomed over the caregiver, his voice low and menacing.

“If you dare whisper one more piece of gossip, I won’t let you off the hook, even if it means going to jail.”

The caregiver, her eyes wide with terror, trembled like a leaf in a storm. With no words left in her, she fled the room as quickly as her shaky legs could carry her.

Kallie collected herself and went back to Brysen. Brysen was still shaking, and when she saw Kallie, she started to cry uncontrollably. Even though Brysen couldn’t talk or express how she felt, Kallie could tell that Brysen felt wronged and heartbroken by the mistreatment.

Brysen had done nothing wrong to deserve the suffering. And despite being the victim, Brysen faced scorn and condemnation from idle gossipers.

Neal walked over, looked at Brysen, who was still shaking, and said, “Let me see if I can calm her down.”

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