The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 

Deborah was quite scared. She had no idea who this man was, what he wanted from her, or where they were heading. 

The worst part was that when he forced her into the car, they took her bag with all her belongings, leaving her only with her notebook and pen to communicate. 

She glanced at the man entrusted with her bag. He was a burly figure, hiding his identity behind dark glasses, with a gun visibly hanging off his belt. She discarded the Idea of trying to retrieve her belongings. She didn’t want to expose herself to that kind of danger–especially since she wasn’t alone. 

Feeling a wave of anxiety, she protectively placed her hands over her belly. 

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk,” Brandon said, noticing her fear. “Remember, you need to stay calm for little James’s sake.” 

[How do you know my baby’s name?] she wrote. 

“As I said, you’ve been hard to find. I’ve had people watching you for a long time; but the opportunity to borrow you for a private conversation hadn’t presented itself until now.” 

[I see.] She wrote, grimacing. [So why were you looking for me?] 

“Patience, Deborah,” Brandon chuckled. “You’ll have to wait until we get to a special place to talk in 

private.” 

[Hm…] She nodded, onconvinced, but she had no choice but to trust his words for now, as the situation 

remained calm. 

A soft melody began to play from Deborah’s bag, causing her captors to frown. 

“Who’s calling?” Brandon asked, irritated at the disruption. 

“No one, boss, just an alarm,” the guy with them said, pulling out the phone to show his boss the screen. 

[Sorry, could I please have my bag? I need to take my medicine, and that’s why I set the alarm.] she wrote, 

I 

I 

showing the notebook to both men. 

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“Are you sick?” Brandon asked, frowning slightly. His informant hadn’t mentioned this. 

With a gesture, he ordered his subordinate to give her the bag. 

[I’m not sick. These are vitamins and folic acid prescribed by my gynecologist for James.] She explained, showing the bottles and taking out one pill from each. 

“Here you go, ma’am,” the subordinate said, handing her a bottle of water to help. 

Deborah thanked him by nodding and, under their watchful eyes, took her pills before putting the bottles back and returning her bag to the man. 

“I see,” Brandon said, pleased that Deborah was 

alm and cooperating. “But why do you need those pills?” 

[They prescribe them to all pregnant women. The dosage varies, but they’re a supplement for my health because James absorbs all the nutrients he needs straight from my body. To keep myself from getting sick, I take these medications 1 

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