Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape - Chapter 1201

Chapter 1201:

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Kallie’s gaze swept over the crowd. It was exactly as she had predicted. Only a fraction of the people gathered were actual victims’ families. The rest were opportunistic onlookers, reporters hungry for a headline, and influencers chasing their next viral moment. She could see through it all. Yet, even knowing some had come only to stir trouble, the reality of the grieving families cut her deeply.

The silence didn’t last. Soon, voices rose again, louder and angrier.

A few people surged forward, their faces contorted with rage. One particularly agitated man lunged toward Kallie, his hand outstretched as if to grab her by the collar.

Before he could get close, Kallie’s bodyguards stepped in, forming a solid wall between Kallie and the furious crowd.

Kallie’s assistant, unable to hold back any longer, raised her voice.

“Everyone, please! Can we calm down? Miss Nixon has come here herself to address the issues. She’s here to help!” But her words did little to soothe the anguish of the families.

A middle-aged woman’s voice pierced the noise.

“My son was just an intern at that retreat! He had such a bright future ahead of him, and now it’s gone. What could you possibly say to make this right? I don’t want your blood money—I want my son back!”

Her voice broke, and she collapsed into bitter sobs, her grief raw and unfiltered.

The crowd seemed to absorb her pain, their cries swelling in unison. Onlookers who had come out of curiosity now wiped tears from their eyes, their gazes turning on Kallie with anger and blame.

Kallie’s assistant widened her eyes, her frustration bubbling over.

“But when you took the compensation before, you didn’t say any of this! Now you’ve accepted the money and come back to cause more trouble? How is that fair?”

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The woman didn’t respond. Her cries grew louder, her voice trembling with raw grief. It was clear she had no intention of answering. She clung to her role as the heartbroken mother, unconcerned with anything beyond amplifying her pain for the crowd’s sympathy.

Kallie shifted her gaze to her assistant, her voice low but steady.

“Call for more bodyguards. There’s no point in explaining further. I didn’t come here to apologize today.”

The assistant froze for a moment, startled by Kallie’s calm demeanor. Despite the chaos, Kallie’s composure hinted at a carefully thought-out plan.

Realizing there was more to Kallie’s approach than met the eye, the assistant nodded, her own panic subsiding. She quickly stepped aside to make the call, summoning additional bodyguards as instructed.

Kallie looked down at the crowd below and raised her voice to address them.

“Everyone, as my assistant just explained, we have already apologized and provided compensation. I—”

Before Kallie could finish, a man interrupted her.

“So what if you apologize? Does that mean you can just brush this aside? Your attitude is downright irresponsible.”

Kallie’s eyes narrowed as she looked at the man holding a phone. Her voice turned cold as she responded, “Who said I’m avoiding responsibility? I haven’t even finished yet, and you are already jumping to conclusions. I’m aware some of you are live-streaming this, and I see the media are here as well. Fine. Record everything. I have no objections. You are free to film, just as I am. But let me make one thing clear to those trying to gain attention from this: once this matter is resolved, I will address those who attempt to slander or defame me. Anyone who tries to turn this into a tool to manipulate public opinion will have to face the consequences.”

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