My Mute Wife

Edith froze, “What third option?”

Before she could return to her sense, Lexie suddenly raised her hand and pushed towards Edith’s shoulder with force.

There was a loud splash in the pool.

“Ahem … help”

“…”

Lexie stood on the shore, the moonlight illuminating her face with extreme coldness.

The third option was to let Edith fall into the pool with her damn necklace.

The commotion at the pool soon alerted the people in the banquet hall, and the waiters rushed to rescue Edith from the pool, one by one, wrapped around her with towels, and even so, she made a fool of herself in front of the crowd.

“Edith,” Peter hugged her, “Are you okay?”

Edith cried out, shaking and pointing at Lexie, “She pushed me down!”

As those words fell, the onlookers were in an uproar.

Peter’s face sank as he stared at Lexie, “What’s going on?”

Lexie didn’t say a word, nor did she deny it.

“Good, Lexie, you’re going to be ungrateful after becoming Mrs. Howard, aren’t you? You dare to do this to Edith, if anything happens to Edith, I … will …”

“What?” A deep, cold voice came from behind Lexie, interrupting Peter’s reprimanding voice.

Before Lexie could turn around, her side was already covered by a tall figure.

Looking at Alan, the anger on Peter’s face was clearly suppressed a bit, “What? Mr. Alan, are you coming to defend your wife now?”

The words reminded the crowd.

Lexie was no longer the previous Miss Mitchell who had been bullied, she was at least Alan’s wife, no matter what she has done, Peter should at least respect Alan.

Alan, however, was indifferent as always, “This is your Mitchell family’s business, I’m just here to take a look.”

There was absolutely no way to figure out what he meant.

Lexie laughed at herself inwardly, how could he possibly help her?

If he could help her, Edith would not have so much courage to play such tricks.

After hearing Alan say so, Peter was relieved, but after all, Alan came, he could not say it was Lexie’s fault, so he coldly questioned, “What the hell is going on here? How did Edith fall into the pool?”

Alan stuck his hands in his trouser pockets and stood aside as if he was an outsider watching the action.

Lexie withdrew the gaze that fell on him, no longer making expectations, and a hint of aggression surfaced on her face, gesturing, [Edith’s necklace fell into the pool, she wanted to pick it up herself, and I tried to stop her, but failed.]

“Nonsense,” Peter’s tone sank, “How would Edith jump into the pool for a necklace?”

[Ask her, she jumped into the fish pond once before at Howard’s house, right, Edith?]

Lexie’s face was rarely cold, she was aggressive at this moment, even mentioned the fact that Edith fell into the fish pond at Howard’s house.

Edith shrank in Peter’s arms, and her face really changed.

If Lexie had said that that things out, it would be more embarrassing.

The guests present could not read sign language, only Peter and Edith could, so at this moment the guests looked at each other, not knowing what Lexie was saying.

“What fish pond?” Alan’s voice wasn’t loud, but Lexie heard it.

Lexie was stunned and subconsciously looked at him.

He could read sign language?

Edith immediately panicked, her face was pale and she said sharply, “No, I didn’t say that my sister pushed me, I mean … I mean I was going to pick up the necklace, and I misunderstood her.”

When those words fell, the guests instantly murmured.

“How could she misunderstand?”

“It is unfair.”

Peter’s face sank, in front of so many guests, he was furious, “Edith, what the hell are you talking about? I think you have a problem with your brain.”

Listening to the chatter of the guests, he was so angry that he simply left Edith behind and walked away.

“Dad!”

Edith was wrapped in a towel and was in a state of disarray.

The butler called the guests into the banquet hall, leaving Edith alone and furious.

Lexie, I’m not finished with you!

Because of this farce, Peter felt ashamed, and the party ended earlier than expected.

Lexie and Alan returned to Howard’s house in one car.

“You don’t even blink when you tell a lie.” His deep voice carried sneers as it echoed through the carriage.

Lexie’s face froze, and she looked at Alan in dismay.

He knew she lied?

Alan narrowed his eyes slightly, “Unfortunately, you were a bit impulsive, for there are quite a few cameras at the banquet.”

If Edith hadn’t been flustered by her phrase ‘fish pond’, she would just go straight to the surveillance and the truth would have come out.

Lexie sighed in relief and leaned back in her chair again, [There won’t be a camera, she’s not stupid.]

Since Edith dared to throw the necklace in her face for her to go down and pick it up, it must have been as certain as the last time at Howard’s house that it would not be photographed.

Unfortunately, what Edith didn’t anticipate was that Lexie would just push her down.

However, it was thanks to Alan’s help.

After a moment of silence, Lexie asked, [You can read sign language?]

If he had always known sign language, why did he look like he couldn’t read it when she first came to the family?

Alan frowned slightly, impatient, “What does it have to do with you?”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Lexie froze for a moment and skipped the question, [Why did you help me when you knew I was lying?]

Just now, if he hadn’t suddenly opened his mouth to ask about the fish pond, Edith wouldn’t have been so nervous, and the farce wouldn’t have ended so quickly.

Alan’s tone was cold, “Help you? You’re thinking too much, what I’m helping is the Howard family’s reputation, Mrs. Howard couldn’t do such an unseemly thing.”

Lexie looked dark.

Was he disgusted that she was giving him trouble again?

At this point, Alan’s phone popped up with a text message alert, breaking the stagnant atmosphere.

Lexie collected her gaze and silently swallowed the other questions she wanted to ask, and consciously inclined her head to look out the window.

Alan turned to read the message.

“Mr. Alan, I have investigated, it’s indeed the same as you guessed, it’s a formation to suppress unjust spirits that is passed down among folk who believe in feng shui.”

Looking at the message, Alan glanced over Lexie out of the corner of his eye.

Lexie leaned against the car window, quietly looking out of the window in concentration, looked soft and meek, only if he looked closely, he could see the gloom under her eyes, which was only there since she came out of the study.

Alan replied to Jack, “Go find out exactly how Lexie’s mother died back then.”

“Wasn’t it a car accident?”

“No.”

After the reply of certainty, Alan put away his phone, his face serious and grave.

If Lexie’s mother had really died in a car accident, Peter would not have been condemned by his conscience to use even this folk feudal superstition of feng shui formations.

The suppression of a tablet was simply absurd.