Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 207: After Dean had departed, a woman attired as a nurse entered the stairwell. She approached the man with evident deference. "Mr. Reeves, everything is in order." The man, acknowledged as Mr. Reeves, gave a slight nod. "I never really trusted Dean to manage anything properly. If not for the necessity of using him to reconnect with the Reeves family, I wouldn't have ever considered partnering with someone of his sort." At his words, the woman let out a scoff. "Dean still tries to give orders as if he's in charge. Does he honestly think people would willingly follow a leader like him? Mr. Reeves, your intellect surpasses even Jake's. Why should someone with your background have to be subordinate to others? The unfairness you've endured is truly regrettable." Stan Reeves offered a smile, but his eyes betrayed a chilling resolve as he spoke. “Exactly my point. Why? We are all heirs to the Reeves legacy. Does my birth outside of wedlock makeany less deserving? The ordeals Shirley subjectedand my mother to are unforgettable. Now, having overcso much to reach this point, I am intent on reclaiming everything that rightfully belongs to me." With those words, Stan reached out tenderly to caress the woman's face. "You had a promising career ahead as a skilled doctor. Now that you're with me, do you feel slighted?" The woman returned his gaze with warmth and devotion. Even though half of Stan's face was marred by a severe disfigurement, she seemed completely unfazed by it. "Being with you, every sacrifice is justified. In this entire world, only we truly understand each other." A shadow flickered across Stan's eyes. "Once I acquire everything I yearn for, I'll surely marry you. But for now, your task is to continue perfecting the drug. Jake isn't going down easily. The last batch you concocted worked to sextent, but he's still too spirited for my liking. If confronting him directly proves too challenging, focus your efforts on the woman he holds dearest. Gaining leverage over him is crucial." "Alright." The woman tenderly caressed Stan's hand, whispering, "I'm with you all the way." Suddenly, a knock echoed from the corridor, disturbing their moment.

Instinctively, Stan nudged the woman aside. "Someone's here." A heartbeat later, the door swung open, revealing Melinda.

The woman next to Stan regarded Melinda with a blend of arrogance and caution.

Stan cleared his throat. "Step outside for a moment. I need to speak with her privately." With a reluctant glance at the pair, the woman turned and departed, softly closing the door as she left.

Melinda folded her arms. “Next time, don't avoid discussing things like this with me. After all, you wouldn't have met Dean without my help. And if our plan works out down the line, I hope you remember what I did today." Stan smiled faintly. "Of course, your efforts won't go unnoticed." Melinda bristled at his words. "Don't say that toin that tone. If Dean weren't such a scoundrel, I'd have been free of him by now." After Melinda had caught Dean cheating, he exploited her predicament and grew even more brazen. He had even started bringing other women hopenly.

Seething with anger, Melinda sought out Shirley to discuss the situation.

But Shirley was dismissive. “Why bother telling me?” she snapped impatiently. "If anyone's to blame, it's you for not having a son. You're the reason my son looks elsewhere. Do you think I enjoy seeing this?" Later, Melinda sought a divorce from Dean.

However, to Melinda's astonishment, Dean bluntly declared that since she had failed to produce a son, she would not receive a single cent from him if they were to divorce.

Melinda's own family had already shown signs of displeasure toward her. She couldn't fathom how she and her daughter would manage to survive if she were to divorce without financial support.

From that moment on, Melinda completely lost hope in Dean and Shirley, seeking assistance elsewhere.

The stakes were high. Many were plotting against Jake. If Jake were out of the picture, Dean would be the rightful heir to the Reeves fortune. This needed to happen swiftly, especially before Dean's mistresses had their children. Melinda planned to use this situation as leverage in her divorce to claim half of the Reeves family's assets. Shockingly, the ally Melinda found was a long-lost illegitimate child of the Reeves family, a person who had been drifting on the outskirts for years. They found common ground in their shared goals.

Despite her aversion to Stan's appearance, Melinda was willing to overlook it as long as he could aid her in achieving her objectives. As for the fates of Dean and Shirley, she was indifferent.

"I didn't chere today to discuss this.” As Melinda reflected on her motives, her voice dropped to a whisper and her expression darkened. "I conspired with a doctor to fool Jake. The truth is, the child Kallie is carrying is his. He's still in the dark about it. I'm not sure why Jake keeps Kallie close, but given time, he's bound to sense something off. And if Jake has an heir, navigating this will beceven trickier." Melinda stared intently at Stan.

Stan was initially silent and then let out a low chuckle. "You're suggesting I take care of it?"

In a frosty tone, Melinda responded, "Even if Jake discovers my deception, he'll only reprimand m@l can take my daughter and flee overseas for a bit. After all, I haven't really harmed Kallie. But for you, it's a different scenario." Stan maintained his smile, though his eyes turned icy. He was keenly aware that Melinda's scenacould very well unfold. At that point, controlling the situation would be challenging.

"That's simple. We'll just make sure Kallie loses her baby. For someone as active as her, accidents are hardly uncommon." Relieved by Stan's resolution, Melinda exhaled deeply. "Then, I'll wait for your good news."

Tomorrow marked the anniversary of Roderick's death. Kallie felt a wave of sadness wash over her at the M thought. In previous years, she and Jake had always visited the grave together to honor Roderick's memory. Lost in her reflections, Kallie eventually made her way to Jake's study and knocked on the door.

Jake, usually at his company, was htoday.

Kallie believed it was important to adhere to their usual tradition of paying respects to Roderick. is to Roderick. Hem intentions were simple and respectful. After all, Roderick had been a revered figure for both of them. Receiving no answer, Kallie figured Jake hadn't heard her. She gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Scanning the room, Kallie finally found Jake asleep on the study's single bed, still clad in his suit now creased from his slumber. An arm was flung over his eyes, a clear sign of his exhaustion.