Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape - Chapter 785

Chapter 785:

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At this thought, Freya’s gaze on Kallie chilled further. Yet, instead of acting out, she just waved dismissively. “Leave now.”

Freya was convinced that she could win Clayton’s heart over Kallie’s.

Kallie, unfazed, picked up Sophie and took her upstairs. The rest was for Clayton to handle.

Hours passed. At midnight, Kallie heard a knock at the door. Opening it, she was surprised to find Clayton standing there.

Clayton looked worn out, clearly having dealt with Freya. “Don’t worry,” he said, managing a weary smile. “She won’t bother you again.”

“It’s alright. I know it’s not your fault,” Kallie replied softly. After all, if her handbag hadn’t been snatched by those gangsters, Clayton wouldn’t have intervened on her behalf and later attracted Freya’s attention. She planned to leave this place right after Sophie’s competition.

Kallie thought for a moment before saying, “If there’s nothing else, you should go get some rest.” She moved to close the door.

“Kallie,” Clayton called out, his eyes holding a trace of hope. “Could you do me a favor?”

Kallie nodded. “We’re friends, and I owe you. Just say it. You don’t need to be so polite.”

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Clayton cleared his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable. “You probably noticed that Freya has feelings for me, but she’s not exactly a good person. My company has deals with several major firms in the city. If I offend the gang behind Freya, I doubt my goods will leave the port safely. This gang wields significant influence here.”

Kallie didn’t doubt his words, as she knew a bit about the situation in this city. She frowned, analyzing. “Are you worried they’ll make things difficult for you? But with the resources we have, we can’t take them head-on.”

Clayton shook his head. “No, they haven’t done anything major yet. Just some underhanded tactics messing with my company’s operations under Freya’s directives. I could cope with it if it were just occasional, but they have targeted my company consistently. Freya is the type who won’t stop until she gets what she wants, and she’s pulling all these stunts just to force me to her side. I need her to stop having feelings for me, and I need this nonsense to end.”

Kallie’s heart skipped a beat as she listened, a suspicion forming. “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend, so she’ll back off?”

Clayton nodded, quickly adding, “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’m out of options.

My focus hasn’t been on the company lately, and the company couldn’t afford to lose the deals.

Furthermore, it’s best not to mess with local gangs. You know most of Morgan Group’s businesses are cross-border.”

Kallie tightened her grip on the doorframe, her expression turning cold. “Mr. Morgan, you know I won’t agree to this just for business reasons,” she said firmly.

Clayton wasn’t surprised by her reaction, but a hint of bitterness tugged at his smile. “Kallie, if there were any other way, I wouldn’t be putting you in this position.”

Seeing the troubled look on his face, Kallie’s resolve wavered. She figured she was partly responsible for Freya’s interest in Clayton. Without Clayton’s timely intervention in reclaiming her handbag—which included the invitation to Sophie’s piano competition, an opportunity that only came once every five years—Sophie would have had to wait another five years for such a crucial chance.

Kallie hesitated. “It’s not that I’m unwilling, but I already told Freya there’s nothing between us. If we show up together pretending to be a couple, she won’t believe us.”

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