Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 50:

“Why are you loitering there? Need a personal invitation?” Steven’s voice sliced through Kallie’s thoughts as he breezed past her into the hospital room while she lingered at the doorway.

Feeling slightly sheepish, Kallie stepped inside, her movements tentative as she gestured her previous assumption that Jake was seriously ill.

“He collapsed at the office and was rushed here by his assistant,” Steven said, focusing on adjusting the monitors beside the hospital bed. His words were a mixture of clinical efficiency and subtle concern.

“He skipped breakfast and only fueled up on coffee. Then, during the lunch meeting, he opted for wine. No wonder he’s passed out,” Steven remarked.

Kallie observed Jake’s pallid complexion, a twinge of pain gnawing at her heart. Despite hiring chefs and nutritionists for her own well-being, Jake neglected his own health.

Kallie fought to maintain a composed expression, not wanting to reveal the depth of her concern. With a tight-lipped nod, she acknowledged Steven’s words.

“So, Mrs. Reeves, if you have the time, could you bring him some food? He’s quite particular and has refused the hospital fare,” Steven added.

Jake glanced at Steven, a hint of irritation crossing his features. “Considering how dreadful hospital food is, I’m surprised you’d even suggest it,” he quipped.

“Hey, I eat it every day. How bad could it be?” Steven retorted, shooting Jake a pointed glare before turning back to Kallie. “Will that be alright with you?”

Kallie nodded briskly in response.

Relieved to find that Jake’s condition was merely due to exhaustion rather than a more serious ailment, Kallie exhaled a sigh of relief as she exited the hospital room. She felt her legs weaken with each step.

Returning to her car, Kallie instructed the driver to take her home. Once settled in, she reached out to Linsey. She had confided in Linsey about Jake’s fainting and now expressed how she couldn’t rush into the divorce considering the circumstances.

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him, at least for a while longer. She just couldn’t bring herself to bring up the divorce while Jake was hospitalized, dreading Roderick’s reaction if he

response from Linsey, and Kallie could

woke up early every day to cook for him, but did he ever truly appreciate it? Kallie, don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault at all. Whatever decision you make, it’s

was a comforting balm to Kallie’s soul. She knew she could always count on her friend to stand by her side, no matter the

sense of purpose wash over her. Without hesitation, she made her way to the

direction. Inquiring about tonight’s dish choices, Kallie carefully selected three dishes to cook herself using the

for Kallie’s cooking. Yet, if his tastes had shifted, there were still options crafted by the skilled

packing them up with precision before instructing the driver to whisk her

upon nearing the door of the hospital

room’s entrance. In a moment of hesitation, Sarah brazenly surged ahead, entering Jake’s ward before Kallie could

with false sweetness, a smug undertone betraying her demeanor. Ignoring Kallie as if she were invisible, Sarah deposited the bag she carried onto the bedside

favorite restaurant. I managed to persuade them to open early just for you. Chef Damon personally prepared it, ensuring it’s far superior to any home-cooked meal!” Sarah

added, casting a dismissive glance at Kallie,

shake the sense of being an outsider

a meal for Jake, striving to convey her care and concern through culinary efforts. Now, in the presence of Sarah’s effortless elegance, she felt as though her efforts

voice pierced the air, drawing attention to his presence as he

hand, he held equipment for the IV drip, his features contorting in distaste upon encountering the aroma

intentions to please Jake with a gourmet meal, Steven’s reaction

in his inquiry. “You intend to feed this to the patient? Do you seek to nourish him or

criticism, her attempt to rally Jake’s support falling flat as she faced his silent demeanor. “Jake, this

reproachful gaze turned toward her, his words cutting through her attempt at explanation. “What’s that smell on you? Are you trying to suffocate others with your perfume? They might as