Why is he struggling to speak?

Megan stood frozen there, fury simmering in her eyes. But then slowly, her shoulders relaxed. Her fingers uncurled. And a cool and calculating smile slid onto her lips.

"You made a mistake, Anne," she murmured, eyes still fixed on the direction where Anne had disappeared. "Even if you are Augustine's wife, you don't get a free pass. Skipping work like this? You just handed me the weapon I needed. I won't waste this chance."

A sly gleam danced in Megan's eyes as she pulled out her phone and dialed a number. The moment the call connected, her tone turned urgent, deliberately concerned.