Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 110:

In Sarah’s mind, Kallie was the shameless other woman, not her. Sarah quickly found excuses for Jake in her mind. Jake’s marriage to Kallie had been arranged by the Reeves family, after all. Even though Roderick was no longer around, such a commotion would surely infuriate the elder Reeves, who would probably scold him.

Sarah looked at the invitation in her hand, a cold smirk curling her lips. This was the perfect chance. She planned to use this opportunity to show Kallie that there was a chasm between her and Jake that could never be bridged, rendering them impossible. Sarah firmly believed she was the only one deserving of Jake.

Sarah strode to the closet and hurled all of Kallie’s clothes onto the floor. Looking disdainfully around, she summoned a servant. “Remove this garbage. Why should it stay and sully my view? And…”

Sarah turned around, pacing the room as she continued, “Arrange for a house designer to come tomorrow. I can’t stand the style of this room. It needs redecorating!”

Upon hearing this, the servant glanced at Sarah, her eyes flickering with a hint of disdain. However, her tone remained polite as she spoke, “I’m sorry, Miss Miller, but you’ll need to discuss this with Mr. Reeves first. I’m not authorized to make such decisions. Furthermore, these clothes belong to Mrs. Reeves. You’ll need her consent to dispose of them.”

The servant stressed “Mrs. Reeves” intentionally, causing a noticeable shift in Sarah’s demeanor.

Infuriated, Sarah stepped forward and delivered a sharp slap across the servant’s face. The slap resonated through the room, leaving the servant’s cheek red and swollen.

Cradling her face in shock, the servant retorted, “Miss Miller, remember, this is the Reeves household, not the Millers.”

Jake, although often distant, never mistreated his servants. They shared a typical employer-employee relationship, and despite being well-compensated, they were not expected to tolerate such disrespect.

With a scornful laugh, Sarah, exploiting Jake’s absence, behaved rashly. “Indeed, this isn’t the Miller residence, but soon, I’ll be the lady of this house! Then, I can do as I please. Defy me today, and once I’m in charge, firing you will be my first order of business. That’s just how things are. My family’s standing and power eclipse yours. Feel aggrieved? Go weep to that worthless mute! She can’t even defend herself, much less you.”

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I apologize, but even if you decide to terminate my employment today, I am not at liberty to handle these clothes. They are Reeves’ property. Should you wish to proceed, you’ll need to consult Mr. and Mrs.

she seized the servant’s hand and hauled

arrived at the top of the staircase. The servant flailed, clearly

the peril, she reflexively released her grip. In

over Sarah’s face as she witnessed the fall. She still carried the memory of her own fall, and it had left a deep psychological mark on her. Yet, she hadn’t anticipated witnessing such an

intense stare, Sarah felt a sudden surge of anxiety. Her first instinct was

overwhelmed by panic. “I can’t explain it. She just collapsed so

injured. Kallie extended a helping hand and signed, asking whether the servant

staff, proficient in sign language,

had served in the mansion longer than any of her peers. Fortunately, the staircase was low, so Hazel’s fall wasn’t steep, yet the bruises marring her skin seemed severe. Overcome by the

comforting smile and reassured

unexpectedly filled the air from

could even respond, Sarah had bolted down the stairs and thrown herself into Jake’s arms, her face etched with panic. To any outsider, she might have

Remember when Kallie shoved me down those stairs? That left me with deep-seated fears.

together as he gently pushed Sarah aside and turned his attention

on

to explain, but Kallie was quicker. She seized Hazel’s wrist, gesturing gravely at Jake that this was no accident. She