The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson



Chapter 146

"At last, you show yourself," a man said, his tone dripping with arrogance as he took a seat at the table next to Deborah. He didn't wait for an invitation or response and just plopped down." God, for mute, you must really think you're a diva. I couldn't locate you," he said, pushing aside the plates. "Tch... disgusting. Hey, waiter, do your job and clean this up. Also, bring me a decaf coffee with almond milk," he ordered.

The waiter frowned but, seeing Deborah's calm demeanor, grudgingly complied, placing a new cup of black coffee in front of the man before retreating.

"Idiot... God, what kind of morons do they hire here?" he complained, sipping the coffee with evident distaste.

[Who are you?] Deborah signed, her irritation evident in her words.

"Let's see, Deborah, instead of flapping your hands around like an idiot, just write," he scolded. "I don't understand you and don't want to learn."

Deborah raised an eyebrow and made a face as she pulled out her notebook and pen to write her question.

"See, this is civilized communication," he said sarcastically. "I'm Mr. Cameron Palmer, your father's lawyer."

[Uh-huh, and... what do you want?]

"God... mute and rude. I see why you were beaten as a child," he mocked, noticing her frown at his comment. "Anyway, let's get to the point. I want you to tell that kid pretending to be your lawyer to stop this circus you've created because you regret tarnishing your parents' precious reputation."noveldrama

[They're not my parents.]

"Well, Vanessa is your stepmother, but she raised you with a lot of love and care, so it's not right for you to disregard her in public."

[If you've just come to spout nonsense, then leave.]

"Ooh, scary. Tell me, what will you do? Flap your hands around wildly to ask for help?"

Deborah sighed. This man was clearly an ally of Frederick's.

"God... you should try comedy; you might earn some money instead of making this circus to take away what your parents have."

[Thanks for the tip. Anything else?]

"You'll accompany me to tell the judge that you're going to forget all about this trial."

[And if I don't want to?]

"Well, you've already discovered what happened to your drunk mother. If you obey me, I might give her to you in exchange for forgetting all this."

[No, thanks.]

"What? Are you seriously going to give up your mother's corpse?"

[The diamonds made from my mother's body are in Detective Alex's possession, and he's already told me that once the trial is over, they'll be returned to me. So stop lying.]

"Ha, so that idiot moved quickly," Cameron frowned, surprised she was resisting so much. He had thought she would be an easy mark, but it was proving more difficult. Still, he had an ace up his sleeve. "Well, you might be getting your mother's body soon, but what about your dear grandfather?"

[What?] Deborah wrote, confusion and distress evident in her eyes. [What about my grandfather?]

"Maybe that kid took your mother without my clients' consent, but he didn't manage to rescue your grandfather, who is now a beautiful keychain."

Deborah's frown deepened as she clenched her fists tightly.

Cameron smirked arrogantly as he saw her finally reacting as he had hoped. "So, how about we forget all this and I give you your dear grandfather?"

[Just forget the trial?]

"Come on, don't be stupid. You obviously need to return everything you've stolen from your parents. It's truly pitiful my friend had such a bad daughter. It's very sad, but since he's so generous, he said he would overlook everything and forgive your bad actions if you give up this stupid idea of taking it to trial."