Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 7:

“Kallie!” Jake’s voice was thick with concern as he rushed forward to pick her up, his instructions to the butler cutting through the air sharply. “Bring the doctor, immediately!”

Despite being clad in a raincoat, the relentless downpour had drenched Kallie thoroughly.

Without hesitation, Jake peeled the soaked garments from Kallie’s shivering form and grabbed a towel from the maid to swaddle her. It was only then that Jake truly noticed Kallie’s frailty—her waist alarmingly slender, as if it could be encircled by his hands alone.

Just then, Jake’s friend’s voice broke through his concern, mocking yet filled with worry. “What’s this, Jake? Gone bankrupt? Sending your wife to labor to make ends meet? You’re wearing her out!”

As a doctor, Steven Hudson arrived shortly after being summoned, his long-standing friendship with Jake never softening his blunt commentary.

“Enough nonsense. Just tend to her!” Jake barked, a stern expression on his face as he stepped aside from Kallie.

“If she had been exposed any longer, hypothermia might have claimed her, beyond any help. What are you playing at, Jake? Hoping for a tragic accident to cash in on her insurance?” Steven didn’t hold back, even as he checked Kallie over, his sarcasm biting. “I’m not covering for you, not for less than ten billion!”

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up!” Jake snapped, fury overtaking his worry. Steven,

temperature had plummeted

medicine and reassured Jake that there was

observed her flushed face, his brow creased with concern. After a pause, he walked away with a firm command to the butler. “Ensure she’s well cared for. I’ll hold you responsible if anything goes

As she made her way downstairs, she anticipated finding Jake gone. Surprisingly, he

asked, catching sight of her descending

his refusal to open the door last night a sign that

can take care of us,” Jake said, surveying the room before fixing his eyes on Kallie, his voice carrying a hint

rush of anxiety and hurried down to confront him, gesturing frantically how

you really need to work at that bookstore?” Jake pressed on, his sharp gaze piercing her. “I’ll set up a bookstore for you. Stay away from that woman. I

her hand to clarify, but Jake had already turned to

“Anything else?”

to hold on, dashed upstairs, and swiftly returned with a document in hand, which

the title, not bothering to read it, and casually tossed it aside. “You want to divorce me over this minor issue? Why are

divorce agreement from the floor and handed