Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 95: Images of Jake's suave and striking appearance danced through Kallie's thoughts, igniting a warmth in her heart. A gentle smile began to play on her lips.

Turning to Donovan, Kallie reassured him that she had braced herself for the doubts and criticism, stressing that she was not affected. She pointed out that those groundless accusations had been dealt with, rendering any worries unnecessary.

Relief washed over Donovan as he observed Kallie's tranquil smile in the glow of the sunlight, stirring a touch of sympathy within him. Truly, perfection was elusive in this world. Though remarkable as Kallie was, her damaged vocal cords denied her the ability to speak.

After bidding Donovan farewell, Kallie felt restless. She approached Gregory, explaining she had to run an errand this afternoon.

Gregory arched an eyebrow, cutting to the chase. "You're going to see your husband, aren't you? Why the hesitation? You're a couple. Such things should be normal." Your favorite stories gVlKallie shook her head, her face set in a serious expression. Things had changed. They were on the brink of a divorce.

Amid her downtfrom restoring artifacts, Kallie had crafted a small sculpture, a delicate bird intertwined with clouds, embodying the essence of thriving energy.

Hayden had once expressed interest in acquiring this piece.

At that time, Kallie dismissed it as an impulsive creation, not something truly collectible. She vowed that if better ideas ever cto her, she would offer them to Hayden instead.

Although it was her first attempt and lacked polish, Kallie believed it was a heartfelt token of appreciation.

Kallie had it wrapped at the gift shop before making her way to the Reeves Group.

Given the events of her previous visit, nobody dared to bother her this time.

The receptionist guided Kallie to the elevator, and they ascended to the top floor.

As they arrived, they bumped into Edgar, who was hurrying downstairs. Catching sight of Kallie, Edgar's face registered an awkward expression.

"Madam... Miss," Edgar swiftly corrected himself upon noting other employees' presence. "What brings you here today?" Kallie retrieved her phone and typed a message: Is Jake around? Edgar cleared his throat. "Yes, he's here, but he might be tied up at the moment. Perhaps you could wait in the lounge?" Kallie shook her head. She was only here to drop off a token of gratitude. If he was too occupied, she would simply leave a note.

Edgar paused briefly and then stepped aside, motioning for Kallie to enter Jake's office.

The door to Jake's office was slightly open.

Someone was definitely inside, as Kallie picked up svoices.

Kallie reached out to the handle but hesitated as she recognized the distinct sound of giggling. Her heart missed a beat, yet she managed to maintain her calm.

Just as Kallie was about to knock, Sarah's voice carried through from the inside. "Jake, why do you even waste your twith that mute? She's just a headache for you, isn't she? Always stirring up . If I were her, I'd just stay at hand spare you the hassle." Kallie froze, her breath hitching as she listened for Jake's reply.

Inside, Jake's laughter was low and knowing. "Yeah, she's a handful, not nearly as mature as you." For a moment, Kallie's heart slowed and then pounded fiercely, a knot forming in her throat. She had actually anticipated Jake's response, yet hearing it directly from him still shattered her. To him, she was merely a nuisance. What made it even worse was her inability to defend herself in situations where she felt mistreated. Sarah received the desired answer, and her laughter grew louder and more joyous.

Kallie grimaced at the sound, set down the item she had brought by the door, and turned to leave.

As Kallie stood in the elevator, a bitter taste lingered in her throat. She had fantasized before coming here. Perhaps, if Jake was in a pleasant mood, she might suggest they both attend Eastonville University's anniversary.

It was a selfish wish, rooted in her desire to prove to Jake that she could navigate such large events on her own. Now, it seemed best to discard the idea altogether.

After regaining her composure, Kallie pulled out her phone and texted Irene: I've been pretty free these days. If you're interested, we could check out Eastonville University tonight.

Unaware of Kallie's arrival, Jake observed Sarah's attempts to get closer with frosty detachment.

Jake distanced himself, clear rejection in his posture, his eyes growing icier. “So, you call this way just to hearsay that? Are you happy now? Could you leave?" Sarah retorted, her expression souring. “Jake, what are you implying? You didn't mean what you said earlier? I was merely helping you voice your thoughts. Kallie is nothing but a nuisance." Jake averted his eyes, masking the chill within them, and gestured toward the door. "Leave now. I'm swamped and have no tfor nonsense." Sarah pouted and moved toward the exit, dragging her feet. Once outside Jake's office, her high heel caught on something. Her mood already soured, this minor mishap only added fuel to her irritation.

Sarah roughly handled the delicate packaging and scoffed. "All this useless stuff being sent here." However, her expression changed when she spotted familiar handwriting on an attached note.

Crouching down, Sarah gently lifted a sculpture from the box, her eyes reflecting a curious spark. Meanwhile, Jake dialed Edgar. "Postpone the meetings for the next few days. I'm heading to Eastonville University." "Eastonville..." Edgar had ssuspicions, and he asked cautiously, "Is it regarding your wife?" Jake's reply was evasive. "Just make the arrangements. Don't question further." Despite his disapproval of Kallie's public appearance, Jake had tried to help deal with the negativity surrounding her but was a bit too late.

Lately, Jake noted an escalation in Kallie's temper. She was becoming increasingly defensive at the slightest provocation, like a porcupine bristling at danger.

Jake stopped his work, choosing not to hurry hbut rather to visit Kallie's new residence. After several unanswered rings, he knit his brows in frustration.

Forgoing the doorbell, Jake knocked directly, his actions growing more insistent.

Jake's voice rose, tinged with worry that she might not hear him. Hem knocked even harder, his dever hands growing sore from the effort, yet the silence inside persisted. Jake pulled out his phone, torn between calling the police or finding someone to unlock the door.

Just then, a security guard, drawn by the commotion, approached swiftly. Noticing Jake, who was dressed impressively, the guard's expression softened.

"Sir, who are you looking for? The owner of this house is on a trip and won't return for a few days. If you need to contact her, you may register your details here," the guard explained with a courteous tone. Jake's eyes narrowed, his frustration evident. He clenched his left hand tightly. "She just left, didn't she?" he asked sharply.

The guard nodded in confirmation.

Disinterested in registering, Jake stormed out of the building. As he did, his phone rang It was Sarah He answered immediately. "You wanted staway, right? I happen to have sfree tnow. I'll join you for a few days. You choose the destination." Caught off guard by his sudden proposal, Sarah froze. After a brief moment, she made up her mind. "I'll pick the place. You'll find out when we get there."