Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 849:noveldrama

With that, Lacey turned and headed back to her room, ready to rest.

But just as she was about to leave, something came to her mind.

She paused, looked back at Jake with a peculiar expression.

‘Are you leaving soon? I mean, are you going overseas?’

Jake shook his head, his gaze steady.

‘I have other plans. I’m not leaving, at least not for now.’

Lacey nodded, but as she turned around, her expression turned strange.

When Kallie returned home, the events of that day weighed on her mind.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt like something didn’t add up.

She couldn’t even understand how she had been drugged.

Kallie remembered drinking Jeanette’s glass of milk just before she passed out.

But Jeanette was just a child.

How could Jeanette know about something like that? Even if, by some chance, Jeanette did know about it, what reason would she have to drug her? It seemed impossible that such a little girl could understand something like that, especially since there were no hard feelings between them.

Before leaving with Clayton, Kallie asked him if he had noticed anyone suspicious around her when he found her.

Clayton said that when he discovered her, Jeanette was the only one there.

Jeanette had been anxious about Kallie’s fainting spell, not knowing what to do.

Jeanette kept asking her for help.

Kallie thought Jeanette probably didn’t know what was going on.

That glass of milk must have been drugged long before, and no matter what room Jeanette was in, she still would have been affected.

Besides, Clayton mentioned that the person who led him there was a waiter at the party.

Kallie wondered if Freya was behind all this.

Even if Freya had the motive, something didn’t add up.

After all, Freya liked Clayton.

Even if Freya had wanted to drug Kallie, why would she lead Clayton there?

After going over everything again, Kallie could only come up with one possible explanation.

The people behind this incident could be the same group that had tried to kill her before.

Their true intentions remained a mystery.

Just then, her assistant, Brysen, called out to her.

‘Miss Nixon, the arrangements for the foundation are ready. Should we go ahead with the idea of having the event at Burmoos, or would you prefer that I book the tickets for the student representatives in advance?’

Kallie thought for a moment and then said, ‘Let’s not do it nationally this time. They come once a month. Even if it’s for a charitable cause, it’s pretty exhausting for the kids. Let’s organise it in the county where the school is. I want to see the environment they’re living in.’

Brysen was not surprised by Kallie’s decision. That was just the way she was.

She wasn’t doing it for publicity or recognition. She really wanted to make a difference for these children.

Even if holding it in Burmoos would attract many wealthy guests, most of them would only come to network, and only a few would actually donate.

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