Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 356:

Kallie was taken aback, her hands trembling as she shook Mr. Jack urgently. “Mr. Jack? Mr. Jack?” she called out, her voice tinged with panic.

The wail of the ambulance sirens grew louder, nearing their location. Despite the approaching medical team, Kallie’s anxiety did not wane. Her fear escalated when she noticed the gruesome wound in his chest—a vivid and bloody display of torn flesh. She deduced that this was the source of the blood that covered him.

Tears welled in her eyes, her vision blurred by the distress of seeing him so grievously injured. Why did he have to sacrifice himself for her?

The violent shaking had dislodged Mr. Jack’s mask, skewing it to reveal his sharply defined, pale chin. If the mask moved a bit more, Kallie could see his entire face. A part of her longed to remove his mask completely to confirm her growing suspicions.

Yet, as the thought crossed her mind, her fingertips quivered uncontrollably, as if shocked by electricity. She lacked the courage to unveil his face.

Just then, the paramedics arrived, rushing to load both Kallie and Mr. Jack onto stretchers.

gave out, and she fainted, overwhelmed by

Kallie was met with the sound of sobbing. It was her assistant, Liza Gomez, crying uncontrollably. As soon as she

weak, managed a reassuring wave of her hand and felt considerably better than before. She

“Sorry. I just can’t

comfort, saying, “Hey, it’s

bright student whose life had been marred by tragedy. Her parents had passed away due to an accident at a construction site, leaving behind a significant sum of compensation, which her uncle’s family

had been accepted into a reputable university, but her uncle’s family had other plans. They intended to marry

a bold move, Liza stole the bank card, fled, and used all her savings to move abroad, where she balanced work and studies.

Liza worked part-time at Kallie’s auction house during the holidays. Recognizing Liza’s potential, Kallie soon made

a sister in spirit, though Liza was often

all my fault. I knew Stan was no good, yet I let my guard down and didn’t keep an eye on the car. That gave him the perfect chance to tamper with the brakes. Please scold me as you should have; I am to blame! If it weren’t for that kind-hearted stranger, you might not have survived. Don’t worry, I’ve already called the cops. Stan