Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 120:

Kallie sought out Rachel, greeting her with a soft, reassuring smile. She had chosen a gentle female voice to articulate her messages with the text-to-speech function. “Thank you, Rachel. I really didn’t expect you to speak up for me like that.”

At this, Rachel snapped out of her lingering distress and became somewhat awkward, realizing she had jumped to conclusions without bothering to learn the truth.

Rachel turned away slightly, stating, “I wasn’t really defending you, to be honest. I was just trying to be fair. Also, I realized I got the wrong idea about you today, and for that, I owe you an apology. But let’s be clear, that doesn’t mean we’re friends now.”

Undeterred, Kallie’s smile only widened. After a brief pause, she typed thoughtfully, “I assure you, your mother’s clothes are safe with me. As someone who restores antiques for a living, I promise I can return them to you just as they were. Or, if you’d prefer, I can even refresh them with a new twist.”

Rachel’s demeanor softened, her eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and nostalgia. She gently shook her head. “Actually, the condition of my mother’s clothes isn’t my concern. What matters is that they still carry the scent of my mom. As long as I look at them, I see her in them, just as she was.”

As Rachel’s words trailed off, tinged with sorrow, Kallie felt a pang of empathy. She struggled to find the right words, wishing only to convey her understanding and support. After a brief pause, she finally finished choosing the right words. “Your mom must have been kind and wonderful, which clearly reflects in how nice you are.”

“Am I nice?” Rachel gave Kallie a look of disbelief.

“You’re the first person who has ever said that. I guess Sarah was right about you being sweet-talking, even if it doesn’t come naturally to you. You don’t need to flatter me. I’m not easily deceived.”

Kallie simply shook her head, her smile unwavering. She quickly typed down her reply. “No, I mean it sincerely. I think you’re an incredible person, and you’re dedicated to your friends. It’s not just me. Hayden mentioned the same thing.”

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“Hayden?” A trace of anxiety crept into Rachel’s voice. “What else did he say?”

Kallie’s brow furrowed as she recalled, “He also said you’re a talented kid, especially skilled at restoring antiques. It’s just a shame you lack focus, but if you can train yourself, you’d make an excellent apprentice for him.”

eyes welled up with

for generations, had never been wealthy. Instead, they had built a legacy of connections, respect,

stubborn streak and an inability to yield, while her mother had been

mother died

increasingly introverted, surrounding herself with only a handful of

pretentious and haughty. They even whispered that she had a quick temper. Consequently, Rachel

home, Rachel was

someone had called the police in time, and Sarah, who was

friend. However,

this birthday party was

family gatherings, but Sarah had insisted so persistently that

she was merely a pawn in Sarah’s plans from

Kallie’s heart raced,

seeking her focus, and continued typing fervently. “I’ll be honest. I envy you. You must have been raised with such care and love. It’s probably why you trust people so easily, even if it means getting hurt. But my life’s been different. I’ve had no parents, no real family of my own. The Reeves family took me in, and I was fortunate for that. As a child, Roderick was my protector, and as I

so many rumors swirling around. Jake is your husband, but rumors

any grudges. The Reeves family has shown me kindness, something I’ll carry

intuitive, felt a deeper turmoil beneath

having settled matters with Sarah, rushed back and

mistook the scene, thinking Rachel was harassing Kallie, and hastened

them, he overheard Rachel’s questioning tone.

breath, his expression unreadable as he

is like the affection between siblings.

each other. She no longer wanted to be tangled in this love triangle. It was best to bury that

Jake’s hands balled into fists