My Mute Wife

The word ‘Laoshan’ echoed through the office.

Alan’s face sank, and the ugly scar trembled viciously, as if it was a sinew extending down from the corner of his forehead, pressing against the surge of emotions.

“Laoshan?”

Jack returned to his senses and nodded his head, “Yes, Lexie was received into the Mitchell family with her grandma when she was eight years old.”

“From Laoshan?”

“This is not clear,” Jack looked at Alan apprehensively.

After all, twenty years had passed, the servants of the Mitchell family had changed several times, and it was not easy to find out that Lexie came with her grandma, and there was really no trace of where she came from.

Hearing this answer, Alan’s expression however became complicated, suddenly snapped close the document in his hand, “Go check it out and have someone go to Laoshan.”

Jack froze for a moment, “Mr. Alan, why do you suddenly want to check this?”

Alan said coldly, “Go find the people who survived that fire back then, find out everything about Lexie and her grandmother and the Mitchell family, as soon as possible.”

Meeting Alan’s stern gaze, Jack nodded, “I’ll have someone check it out.”

Alan nodded slightly.

“By the way, Mr. Alan, there is one more thing.”

“What?”

“Miss Mitchell is renting a room, but the agent has been unable to contact Miss Mitchell, so he contracted Dr. Stewart and Dr. Stewart said he has rented the house.”

“Where?”

Jack was apprehensive, “World Trade New Town.”

Alan’s brows knitted.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

At night, the sound of an engine came from the courtyard of the Howard’s villa, extraordinarily clear in the night.

Lexie had already washed up and was leaning against the bed reading a book, and the moment she heard the engine, she immediately closed the book and put it aside, got out of bed and put on her slippers.

She had been waiting for Alan to return.

In the living room, when Lexie came downstairs, Alan had just taken off his jacket and handed it to the maid, the moment he saw Lexie, he said, “You’re still awake?”

Lexie shook her head and pointed to the kitchen, [I’ll go make you some tea]

When she made the tea and sent it to the study, Alan wasn’t there, and the door to the master bedroom was left open, and there was the sound of running water.

Lexie waited for him in the study, and a newspaper with frayed edges on the top of the table caught her eye.

The paper was yellowed, but the words ‘J City Times’ on the masthead were still clear, and the front page headline below was striking – Alan Howard, the eldest grandson of the Howard Group was successfully rescued, and the Laoshan human trafficking nest was burnt by a mountain fire.

A newspaper from 20 years ago?

Lexie was stunned.

Alan had been abducted and sold in his early years, and it wasn’t hard to know about it, but why did he still keep the newspaper from back then until now?

“What are you doing?”

A gloomy voice suddenly sounded behind her, Lexie was startled, and with a ‘snap’, the newspaper cover fell on the carpet at once.

[Sorry]

She scrambled to lean down and pick it up.

Alan, however, was one step ahead of her, and before her hand touched the newspaper, a large hand had already picked it up from the ground.

Alan’s tone carried a distinct displeasure, “Who gave you permission to just touch my stuff?”

Lexie’s heart tightened and she showed an apologetic look, [I’m sorry.].

Alan swept her impatiently and put that newspaper in the desk drawer.

Before closing the drawer, seeing the picture of ‘Laoshan Fire’ on the newspaper, his fingers suddenly clenched.

He glanced at Lexie, and in connection with what Jack said in the afternoon, Alan suddenly had a guess in his heart.

“When did you get picked up back to the Mitchell family?”

Lexie froze for a moment and gestured carefully.

[About eight years old.]

“You are not sure when you got picked up?” Alan gave her a sidelong glance and questioned in a cold voice, “Where did you live before you went back to the Mitchell family?”

Lexie shook her head.

[I don’t remember.]

Seeing that, the sulk on Alan’s face intensified and he snorted coldly, “Do you not remember, or do you not want to talk about it?”

Although he was sure that the fire in Laoshan twenty years ago was set by Peter, he never found tangible evidence and his motive for setting the mountain on fire.

Lexie was picked up short after the fire. It was as if there was some kind of connection between the two, which made him suspicious.

Lexie, however, really didn’t remember, with a barely bitter face.

[I got sick after I was taken back to the Mitchell family, and I really don’t remember anything before I was eight.]

Even what her mother looked like, it was only when her grandmother kept a picture of her mother that she didn’t forget.

Seeing that she did not know anything, Alan lost his patience, “If you don’t know anything, why are you still standing here?”

Lexie gritted her teeth.

[Earlier you said you wanted to trade with me, I want to talk to you.]

Alan’s gaze sank slightly as he shot a cold glance at Lexie.

[If I help you find the prescription, will you let me leave the Howard family?]

“You want to leave the Howard family?” Alan narrowed his eyes.

Lexie pursed her lips.

[Since I wasn’t the one you wanted to marry in the first place, you can go to the Mitchell family after I leave and ask for an explanation, and then Edith can still marry you whenever you want, she’s happy to do so.]

Alan’s face sank, “And then?”

Lexie wondered, [What?]

Alan took a few steps closer towards her, and while the huge shadow poured down, his cold, deep voice was like a gust of wind that swept past her ears, “And then, you can choose whoever you want to be with? Like Kevin?”

Lexie was stunned and took a step backwards, only to be grabbed by Alan.

“You’re thinking I’ve been too lenient with you lately, aren’t you?”

Lexie shook her head, trying to compose herself.

[There’s nothing between me and him.]

“In all the years I’ve known Kevin, I’ve never seen him so attached to any woman, driving you to the hospital, buying breakfast, taking care of your family, or even …”

Alan’s eyes snapped cold, “Or even take you and your family to live in his own house.”

Lexie’s face changed, [What house?]

She didn’t do that.

“No?” Alan used force, almost crushing Lexie’s wrist, “Don’t tell me you don’t know that the house of World Trade New Town is under Kevin’s name, and don’t tell me you’re just renting, this movie-making plot barely fools five-year-olds.”

Lexie’s face was pale.

[I really don’t know.]

And she hadn’t even promised Kevin to live there.

Alan looked at her coldly, his gaze like a knife, sweeping over her body, “Trade needs a chip, what is your chip? Your body?”