The Mute Bride's Dead Groom Came Back To Life

The woman who stepped inside wore a perfectly fitted black dress that hugged her figure, while a small white flower rested against the brim of her matching black hat.

Before arriving at the funeral home, Katherine had thoroughly studied every file related to the family. She recognized the newcomer at once.

Her name was Brenna Dale, Wyatt's adopted younger sister. As the only girl of her generation, she was cherished and spoiled by everyone in the family.

Tears streamed down her face, but the moment her eyes landed on Wyatt standing before her—alive and breathing—her entire body went still.

He was really alive. The man everyone believed had already died had truly come back.

A flicker of disbelief crossed her eyes. Then, slowly, her gaze shifted away from Wyatt and settled on the woman standing beside him in the wedding dress.

She couldn't make out the woman's features clearly, but the moment she saw her pathetic appearance, she dismissed her as a nobody.

A bitter mix of jealousy and regret suddenly twisted inside her chest.

If she had known Wyatt would survive, she never would have let that useless Evans woman take the bride's place.

Brenna buried those thoughts, replacing them with a bright expression of joy. Then, she ran straight to him. "Wyatt, thank goodness you're all right! You have no idea how scared I was. I thought I lost you..."

Wyatt instinctively tried to step away, but he had only just regained consciousness. Before he could get away, Brenna had already thrown herself into his arms.

The unexpected force knocked the breath from him, and he could only clutch his chest as a few painful coughs escaped. The little color left in his face vanished completely.

"Wyatt, is your chest hurting again?" Brenna's expression changed at once as she reached out anxiously. "I've studied medicine. Let me take a look..."

As she spoke, her fingers moved toward his chest.

She pressed down several times, but instead of easing, Wyatt's condition only seemed to worsen. His coughing grew more violent, as though each cough was tearing him apart.

Katherine was only a few steps away, close enough to see every move Brenna made.

Before Brenna could make another move, Katherine's hand shot out, locking firmly around her wrist and halting her attack mid-motion.

Pain shot through Brenna's arm. She let out a sharp cry and instinctively turned her head.

That was when she finally got a clear look at the person standing in her way—the bride, who was still completely soaked from the rain.

"What the hell are you doing? Let go of me!" Brenna snapped, her voice rising in rage.

Katherine only looked at her with a detached expression. Then she flung Brenna's hand aside.

The pressure points Brenna had already touched weren't enough to take Wyatt's life. But the final point she had been about to strike—that one would have killed him instantly.

And Katherine had no second dose of the medicine that had pulled him back from death.

Seeing Katherine refuse to respond, Brenna clutched her wrist, her fury burning hotter by the second.

She couldn't believe this bitch had actually dared to touch her.

"I was wondering who had the nerve to stop me. So it's the mute from the Evans family." She deliberately raised her voice, making sure everyone in the hall heard, while her eyes dragged over Katherine from head to toe with undisguised contempt.

A flicker of something unreadable crossed Wyatt's eyes at her words, then disappeared before anyone could catch it.

"The Evans family actually sent someone like you to become Wyatt's bride?" Brenna sneered, her voice growing sharper. "They must be trying to get themselves killed."

Though Katherine kept her head lowered, the cold glint in her eyes revealed her displeasure.

Brenna really did have a vicious tongue.

Still, there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with Brenna later. Right now, she had no interest in wasting her energy.

Wyatt remained silent, his piercing gaze never leaving Katherine.

The faint ache still throbbing at his chest served as a constant reminder—his escape from death had everything to do with the woman standing before him.

But that only raised more questions. How could a mute woman, someone cast aside by the Evans family, possess such abilities?

A shadow passed over Wyatt's face.

The woman they had all dismissed as nothing more than a sacrifice was clearly far more complicated than she appeared.

As Brenna noticed Wyatt's attention was fixed on Katherine, her heart tightened. She rushed over, stepping between them and blocking his view.

"Someone, get this jinx out of here! Don't let her filthy presence ruin Wyatt's sight!" she bellowed.

The bodyguards exchanged uncertain looks, then glanced toward Wyatt for confirmation.

Seeing their hesitation, Brenna yelled, "What the hell are you waiting for? Do I need to repeat myself?"

"She's staying," Wyatt declared with quiet authority.

"What?" Brenna stiffened, unable to believe what she had just heard.

When she saw Wyatt's eyes remain fixed on Katherine, a surge of jealousy burned through her.

She stepped closer and reached toward him. "She's just a mute. Keeping someone like her around will only bring you trouble."

Just then, a sudden rush of footsteps echoed from outside the hall.

"Wyatt!"

The instant Raymond Dale received word that his grandson had returned from the dead, he didn't waste a second. Despite his old age, he hurried over, his face filled with overwhelming excitement.

His second son, Matthew Dale, followed closely behind him.

Raymond pushed through the crowd and crossed the hall in only a few hurried strides before grabbing Wyatt firmly by the shoulders with trembling hands.

"You're really alive? They told me you came back to life, but I couldn't believe it. Thank heavens!"

Having lived for more than eighty years and witnessed countless things, Raymond still found his eyes turning red in that unforgettable moment.

"Grandpa, I'm alright now." Wyatt forced the words out, his voice still weak and hoarse.

Raymond's head bobbed repeatedly, his emotions surging beyond his control. After taking a moment to steady himself, he turned toward the crowd in the hall. His gaze swept over everyone before finally settling on Katherine. "So this is the bride the Evans family sent?"

Brenna seized the opening at once. She stepped forward and complained, "Grandpa, that's her. The Evans family never had good intentions. They sent over a mute to brush us off. I was just about to have someone remove her from here."