The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson

"Mrs. Isabelle Peterson, please proceed to the stand," the judge instructed.

Isabelle approached the stand, took the oath, and sat down..

"Mrs. Isabelle Peterson, could you tell us how your son has suffered at the hands of

"Objection," Christian interrupted. "If he loves Deborah, how can she be cruel and abusive towards his mother? Isn't that contradictory?"

"Not at all. She bewitched my son, making him fall hopelessly in love, but in secret, she mistreated and insulted me," Isabelle replied melodramatically.

"I'd like to know how some hand movements could insult you to the point of causing such offense," Christian said, glaring at the older woman.

"Do not interrupt my questioning," John retorted angrily.

"Counsel, wait your turn."

"Tch..."

[Calm down, Christian.] Deborah signed.

"So, Mrs. Isabelle Peterson, can you tell us what you know?" John asked.

"Of course, Deborah appears very kind and all that, but she's actually very cruel and rude. In fact, even her own family was glad to get rid of her," Isabelle stated, her voice dripping with concern. "It's a nightmare to be in her house, and she mistreats my poor son. Her family agrees with this."

"Objection. What does my client's family's relationship have to do with this trial?"

"Sustained. Mrs. Isabelle Peterson, how does Mrs. Peterson harm your son?"

"Well-"

"In fact, Your Honor, if I may, I would like to ask Mrs. Isabelle Peterson a few questions," Christian interjected.

"Go ahead."

"Mrs. Isabelle Peterson, could you tell us what happened the last time you visited your daughter-in-law at her apartment? It was a very problematic incident, as even the police were involved."

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"His wife is ill-mannered," she said, pointing at Christian, "and she conspired with Deborah to insult and even try to assault me. God, if the police hadn't arrived in time to save me, I might have ended up in the hospital."

"You foolish old woman... I was close to breaking your stuck-up face," Caroline muttered.

"Caroline," Christian scolded.

"See... that woman mistreats me.

"Order... the interpreter must control her language."

"Apologies, Your Honor, but she is a liar."

"You bitch! What did you call me?"

"Order! Ladies, control yourselves!"

"In fact, Your Honor, this is the point I wanted to make," Christian said with a sidelong smile. "I want everyone to see that Mrs. Isabelle Peterson is not the sweet and kind woman she pretends to be. According to the police report," he said, holding up a document, "the police were called because neighbors reported excessive shouting and banging, as an older woman had been pounding on the door of apartment 228 for over 30 minutes. Then she caused a huge commotion when the apartment owner and her friend arrived," he explained, looking Isabelle in the eyes. "It seems you came looking for trouble."

"I was angry because I had been knocking for a while and she wouldn't open the door," Isabelle said, glaring at Deborah. "And at my age, I lose my composure. quickly."

"Why knock on the door for 30 minutes? I mean, most people would assume 5-10 minutes of waiting is enough. If no one answers, you either leave or call the to check if they're home," Christian commented.

"Um... well..."

"And why didn't you call Deborah on her cell phone to ask if she was home?"

"That mute... um... I mean, Deborah doesn't have a cell phone and..."

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"Why? I don't understand. Your family has significant financial status, and you're saying that despite the money, your son couldn't give his wife a cell phone? From what we've seen, he gives his mistress expensive and luxurious gifts. Why hasn't he given anything to his wife, whom he supposedly loves?"

Isabelle now looked nervous, noticing her husband's furrowed brow.

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"Everything they're saying is a lie... again," Christian said, sounding prove my point, I'd like to show this video," he declared, playing a new video.

In the video, Isabelle was seen pounding on the apartment door, accompanied by Sophia.

After some more shouting, the door opened, and Sophia threw herself into Roger's arms, kissing him on the mouth.

"My love," Sophia said..

"Sophia, what... wait, what are you doing together?"

"Oh, my love, I was worried because you weren't answering, so I called your dear mother to help me find you. Then she gave me the wonderful news that the mute had left the house, so I decided to move in with you." Hearing those words, Roger's eye twitched ever so slightly as he turned to glare at his mother.

"That's right, son. You shouldn't neglect Sophia and my grandchild."

"It seems she speaks quite disparagingly about my client, and it's interesting to see how the beloved mother-in-law is supporting her son's affair instead," Christian commented with a sidelong smile.

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"His wife is ill-mannered," she said, pointing at Christian, "and she conspired with Deborah to insult and even try to assault me. God, if the police hadn't arrived in time to save me, I might have ended up in the hospital."

"You foolish old woman... I was close to breaking your stuck-up face," Caroline muttered.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Caroline," Christian scolded.

"See.. that woman mistreats me."

"Order... the interpreter must control her language."

"Apologies, Your Honor, but she is a liar."

"You bitch! What did you call me?"

"Order! Ladies, control yourselves!"

"In fact, Your Honor, this is the point I wanted to make," Christian said with a sidelong smile. "I want everyone to see that Mrs. Isabelle Peterson is not the

sweet and kind woman she pretends to be. According to the police report," he said, holding, up a document, "the police were called because neighbors reported excessive shouting and banging, as an older woman had been pounding on the door of apartment 228 for over 30 minutes. Then she caused a huge commotion when the apartment owner and her friend arrived," he explained, looking Isabelle in the eyes, "It seems you came looking for trouble.'

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"I was angry because I had been knocking for a while and she wouldn't open the door," Isabelle said, glaring at Deborah. "And at my age, I lose my composure quickly."

"Why knock on the door for 30 minutes? I mean, most people would assume 5-10 minutes of waiting is enough. If no one answers, you either leave or call the person to check if they're home," Christian commented. "Um... well..."

"And why didn't you call Deborah on her cell phone to ask if she was home?"

"That mute... um... I mean, Deborah doesn't have a cell phone and..."

"Why? I don't understand. Your family has significant financial status, and you're saying that despite the money, your son couldn't give his wife a cell phone? From what we've seen, he gives his mistress expensive and luxurious gifts. Why hasn't he given anything to his wife, whom he supposedly loves?"

Isabelle now looked nervous, noticing her husband's furrowed brow.

"Everything they're saying is a lie... again," Christian said, sounding weary. "To prove my point, I'd like to show this video," he declared, playing a new video.

In the video, Isabelle was seen pounding on the apartment door, accompanied by Sophia.

After some more shouting, the door opened, and Sophia threw herself into Roger's arms, kissing him on the mouth.

"My love," Sophia said.

"Sophia, what... wait, what are you doing together?"

"Oh, my love, I was worried because you weren't answering, so I called your dear mother to help me find you. Then she gave me the wonderful news that the mute had left the house, so I decided to move in with you." Hearing those words, Roger's eye twitched ever so slightly as he turned to glare at his mother.

"That's right, son. You shouldn't neglect Sophia and my grandchild."

"It seems she speaks quite disparagingly about my client, and it's interesting to see how the beloved mother-in-law is supporting her son's affair instead," Christian commented with a sidelong smile.