Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 931:

Without hesitation, she stepped aside and answered the call, her heart racing.

“Hello, Sophie, what’s wrong?” Kallie asked, her voice low with concern as she held the phone tightly to her ear.

On the other end of the line, Sophie’s voice trembled with tears.

“Mom, Elma is missing!”

Kallie’s mind turned to static, a sharp ringing echoing in her ears.

She steadied herself, her body tense as she fought to quell the emotions swirling within her.

“What in the world is happening? How could Elma just vanish into thin air? Sophie, take a deep breath and walk me through it slowly, please.”

Sophie attempted to suppress her rising panic, her voice quivering with barely contained emotion.

“I went to the after-school program to collect Elma, thinking we’d head home together.

But even after an endless wait, she was still nowhere to be seen.

Even the nanny and driver hadn’t caught a glimpse of her.

Desperate, I questioned her teacher, who informed me that Elma had left much earlier than usual.

Now, her phone goes straight to voicemail.

I’ve organized a search party, but so far, they’ve turned up empty-handed, and her location tracker is ominously silent.”

A grave expression shadowed Kallie’s features.

Elma was the epitome of reliability and good manners.

She always informed someone of her plans.

Concerned for the safety of her kids, Kallie had equipped their phones with advanced trackers.

It was virtually impossible for Elma’s location to vanish from the radar unless her phone was intentionally discarded—a chilling thought that suggested she was facing a serious emergency.

The critical hours were slipping by.noveldrama

Unable to call the police yet, Kallie knew she needed to act fast.

Time was of the essence, and there was no moment to spare grilling Neal for information.

With a sense of urgent resolve, Kallie swiftly gathered her things and dashed back to Burmoos, dragging Neal along.

He was confined in a different car, secured tightly with a guard on each side.

Escape seemed impossible for Neal, even if he miraculously sprouted wings.

Unexpectedly, their journey was interrupted by an aggressive convoy slicing through the traffic.

Their focus was laser-sharp as they barreled toward Kallie’s car.

The onslaught left several of Kallie’s cars wrecked.

In the chaos, Kallie swiftly extricated Brysen and fled the scene.

Once outside, they found themselves eerily isolated on the deserted stretch of road.

The attackers, undeterred, stormed toward the car behind them.

Realization struck Kallie like a cold wave.

She was not their target after all.

It was Neal they were after.

Kallie, her mind racing, urged Brysen to find a hiding spot, made a quick call to the police, and rushed over with others.

But it was too late.

When they reached the scene, Neal was achingly gone.

The bodyguards lay scattered around, groaning in pain.

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