Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 825:

It was then that she realised these men were trying to kill her.

Humiliating her was just collateral damage.

Never before had Kallie found herself in such a desperate situation.

Her eyes were glazed over with pain, her hands clenched into fists.

Just as these men were about to remove the last of her clothes, the sound of a car horn pierced the air.noveldrama

A vehicle drove towards them, pointing directly at the group holding Kallie pinned down.

Fearing for their lives, the men scattered instantly.

The car slammed on the brakes, only inches away from Kallie.

Clayton shot out of the driver’s side.

‘Kallie, get in!’ he shouted, reaching out for her.

Without hesitation, Kallie slid into the passenger seat of Clayton’s car.

In one swift motion, Clayton handed her a coat.

‘Thank you,’ Kallie murmured.

Still trembling, she slung the coat over her shoulders, her emotions a whirlwind of surprise, fear, and bewilderment.

The timing seemed so perfectly aligned that it couldn’t be a mere coincidence.

However, now was not the time to ponder those suspicions.

No sooner had Kallie managed to pull away, than the men regrouped and surrounded the vehicle.

Clayton had barely manoeuvred the car a few yards before he was forced to stop.

The men resumed their attack, pounding on the windows with renewed vigour.

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Amid the chaos, Kallie flagged down the police, oblivious to the fact that the window next to her was shattering.

Only when she saw a knife hovering dangerously close to her did her eyes widen in terror, leaving her paralysed with fear.

‘Kallie!’ Clayton’s voice cut through the panic as he lunged to protect her.

The sickening sound of the knife sinking into flesh was followed by Clayton’s pained groan.

Although Kallie didn’t see Clayton’s wound, the metallic smell of blood filled the air immediately.

‘Damn it! We killed the wrong one.

Let’s go,’ one of the men said, signalling a hasty retreat.

Failing in their attempt to kill Kallie, the men quickly retreated.

Amid the chaos, Clayton collapsed, unconscious.

‘Clayton?’ Kallie’s voice trembled with fear as she spun him around to look at him, revealing a terrifying scene.

A knife protruded from his left chest, right where his heart would be.

At that moment, blood spurted out, staining the car seat crimson.

Kallie’s hands turned icy cold, and tears began to fall freely.

‘Clayton, stay with me.

Help is on the way,’ she whispered, her voice cracking with worry.

‘You’re going to get through this.’ Kallie had foreseen the possibility of violence and, anticipating it, had called an ambulance along with the police.

Fortunately, the hospital was not far away.

Within ten minutes, sirens announced the arrival of the ambulance.

As the medical team helped Kallie out of the blood-soaked car, one of them saw her blood-soaked appearance and exclaimed:

‘Miss, are you hurt?’

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