Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 775:

“Go ahead and make the call now,” Rola stated, her voice echoing through the room.

A staff member glanced at Rola nervously, subtly signaling for her to stop, but she remained oblivious, intent on asserting her authority.

Frustrated that they hadn’t immediately obeyed, Rola stormed over, stomping down hard on one of the staff members’ feet. “Are you deaf?” she hissed. “Didn’t you hear what I told you to do?”

Heads turned, all eyes on Rola’s domineering display. The staff member had no choice. With a reluctant sigh, he dialed the number, his fingers trembling slightly. On the other end, Ewing picked up almost immediately, his tone clipped and impatient. “What is it?”

The staff member took a deep breath, clearing his throat nervously, but before he could speak, Rola snatched the phone from his hand. “Hello, sir, there’s someone here pretending to be you,” she announced confidently, as though she were doing him a grand favor.

Ewing was surprised by the young, assertive voice on the line. After a beat, he replied, “Someone’s impersonating me? And just who is this supposed imposter?”

Smirking, Rola raised the phone, intending to snap a picture of Kallie and Sophie to send as evidence. Kallie didn’t flinch, her calm gaze meeting the camera head-on, unperturbed.

Rola hesitated, momentarily thrown by Kallie’s composure. Deciding against the photo, she said into the phone, “Well, who it is doesn’t really matter,” she replied smugly. “Just tell me how you want this handled. Lucky for you, I have some time to spare today, so I’m happy to help you by taking care of this situation.”noveldrama

Ewing let out an exasperated sigh. His day had already been hectic, and now someone was suggesting that he deal with an imposter? He massaged his temples. His patience was wearing thin as the brash tone of the child grated on his nerves. Whose child was this, speaking so rudely? He wasn’t about to waste another second. In a dismissive tone, he replied, “Simple. Just throw them out and ensure they don’t come back.”

Rola’s face lit up with satisfaction at his response, her confidence surging as she turned to the staff member. “See? I told you they were impostors. Get them out of here!”

Throughout, Kallie’s composure remained unbroken. Just as Ewing prepared to hang up, she spoke up, her voice clear and calm. “Ewing.”

Ewing’s hand paused mid-air, surprised. “Kallie?”

Kallie offered a small smile. “Yes, it’s me. The so-called ‘imposter.'”

Ewing’s brow furrowed, caught between amusement and confusion. “Kallie, you invested all the money using my name. How could anyone say you’re the imposter?” Kallie cast a cold, knowing glance at Rola, who had suddenly gone quiet. Rola’s expression tightened.

“Apparently, someone here is a little too eager to have your niece thrown out, pinning a crime on her,” Kallie replied.

Ewing’s voice hardened, laced with authority as he connected the pieces. “You’re the rightful investor here, Kallie. Let’s see who dares try to kick you and your daughter out. They’d do well to remember that offending you means offending the Nixon family.”

With that, Ewing hung up, leaving Rola’s satisfaction replaced by a flash of panic.

The atmosphere in the room shifted palpably. All eyes turned to Kallie and Sophie, their expressions a mixture of surprise and respect.

Most had been quick to believe Rola’s claims, dismissing Kallie as an imposter. After all, becoming an investor in such an exclusive event required more than just wealth. It also required power, influence, and connections. And now, Kallie stood among them, exuding every bit of it.

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