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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even if you decide to terminate my employment today, I am not at liberty to handle these clothes. They are Reeves’ property. Should you

Reeves” pierced Sarah’s heart like a dagger. Seething with anger, she seized the servant’s hand and hauled her toward the door.

heard the disturbance from upstairs, arrived at the top of the staircase. The servant flailed,

the servant’s hand, could have easily averted the fall, yet upon realizing the peril, she reflexively released

memory of her own fall, and it had left a deep psychological mark on her. Yet, she hadn’t anticipated witnessing such an ordeal

Sarah felt a sudden surge of anxiety. Her first instinct was to blame

by panic. “I can’t explain it. She

Thankfully, the servant wasn’t badly injured. Kallie extended a helping hand and signed, asking whether the servant

household staff, proficient in

Kallie the invitation this morning. Despite her youth, Hazel 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 shock,

comforting smile and reassured Kallie, “I’m

here?” Jake’s voice unexpectedly filled the

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

down

eyebrows knitted together as he gently pushed Sarah aside and turned his

going on

that this was no accident. She stressed that she saw Sarah push Hazel down, though she was not sure what Hazel could have done to provoke