The Mute Bride's Dead Groom Came Back To Life!

"That's enough!" Raymond snapped as he shot Brenna a hard look.

Brenna went still, and her face quickly lost its color.

Raymond turned his scrutiny to Katherine. Though she looked disheveled, her eyes were clear, devoid of any awkwardness or timidity. Satisfied, he struck his cane heavily against the floor. "Good! Now this is the kind of woman Wyatt should marry. The fortune-teller was right. She hadn't even been here long before Wyatt woke up. This girl is the Dale family's lucky star!"

The mood inside the hall changed almost at once, and no one seemed to know how to react.

Their lucky star?

The Evans family had thrown away a mute, only for her to somehow become the lucky star of the most powerful family in Slecson?

Brenna shook with anger and bit her tongue before she said something she couldn't take back. She refused to accept what was happening. For years, she had stayed by Wyatt's side. How could some damn mute who had shown up out of nowhere suddenly take all the attention?

"Grandpa's right." Wyatt looked at Katherine as he spoke. "If she's really our lucky star, then she should stay right beside me from now on."

Katherine caught the warning and lowered her eyes before he could see the amusement in them.

This paranoid man clearly just wanted to keep her under his nose to monitor her.

That arrangement worked perfectly well for her, though.

"If Wyatt's fine with it, then it's settled. From today on, she stays," Raymond said without hesitation.

"Father, don't decide this so quickly." Matthew, who had been standing quietly to the side, finally spoke up. Dressed in a sharp suit, he pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, stepped forward, and patted Wyatt on the shoulder. "I'm happier than anyone that you've woken up, Wyatt. But you're the future head of this family. How can your wife be a mute? If word gets out, we'll become a joke all over the city."

Matthew made it sound as though he only cared about the Dale family's reputation, but every sentence was meant to put Katherine beneath them.

Wyatt should've died this time, yet he opened his eyes not long after Katherine's arrival. Matthew had no idea what she'd done to save Wyatt, but he absolutely would not allow someone with such an unknown background to stay by Wyatt's side.

Several of the extended relatives started whispering to one another.

"How could a mute possibly be good enough for Wyatt?"

"The Evans family must have no respect for us," Brenna chimed in when she heard the others agreeing with her. "Uncle Matthew's right. Someone like her doesn't belong with Wyatt."

Raymond's face darkened. Just as he was about to lose his temper, Wyatt let out a cold sneer.

"Since when do you get to decide how I live my life, Uncle Matthew?" He looked straight at Matthew, and the hostility in his eyes was impossible to miss. "I don't care if my wife is a mute or if everyone here thinks she's useless. She's still part of the Dale family. So if anyone thinks she's an embarrassment to us..."

He stopped for a moment and looked around the hall. "Then they can cut ties with the Dales."

Silence fell across the hall at once. Not one person dared to say anything else.

Even Katherine hadn't expected him to go that far.

No one had ever defended her like that before. Strangely enough, she didn't hate the feeling.

Matthew's face turned livid, but he forced down his anger. "Fine, Wyatt. If you really want her to stay, I'm not going to stop you."

After saying that, he lowered his eyes. The reflection on his glasses concealed the hatred in his gaze.

He wasn't worried about running out of chances.

One sickly invalid and one mute wouldn't be difficult for him to deal with.

Raymond struck his cane against the floor and brought the argument to an end. "We're done talking about this! Katherine saved Wyatt, and she stays. From now on, if I hear anyone talking behind her back or treating her badly, you'll have to answer to me."

Wyatt looked over at Katherine. "Come on, dear. Help me back to my room."

Katherine looked back at him.

This bastard had just come back from the dead and was already bossing her around. She really should have paralyzed him with a needle when she had the chance.

She complained about him silently, but her expression stayed completely neutral as she walked over and took hold of his arm.

As soon as her fingers touched him, Wyatt stiffened from head to toe. Even so, he didn't pull away.