Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 702:

When Clayton noticed Kallie, he stood up and asked, “Is Calvin feeling better?”

Kallie’s face remained unreadable, but she nodded.

Clayton let out a breath of relief. “Good.” Then, as if remembering something, he added apologetically, “Cara is at fault. You can take your anger out on me, but please don’t hold a grudge over this.”

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Kallie lifted her gaze, her face an impassive mask as she looked at Clayton. “Mr. Morgan, you’re overthinking. I won’t hold a grudge against you,” she said flatly.

Kallie felt absolutely nothing toward Clayton—no hate, no anger, not even pity. He was nothing to her.

debt Kallie owed Clayton from the past, she wouldn’t have shown any politeness, let alone let the Morgan family off so lightly. Letting the Morgan family

was at fault. One could even argue that Clayton had no part in it at all. After all, he hadn’t been there when Cara had unleashed her reign of terror. But it was Clayton who had enabled Cara and

her mind. His hands clenched into fists, as if forcing himself to swallow a bitter pill. A grimace twisted his features. “I have my reasons,” he mumbled. “I don’t have

lips together, barely managing to conceal her scorn. Shame washed over Clayton, and he made a hasty

hired a nurse for Elma, so he didn’t

and shame

himself for Cara’s hellish life on the island for ten years. Despite his efforts to search for her

contemplation, Kallie

restless sleep. Beads of sweat dotted her pale forehead, and her breathing remained

of perspiration dotted Elma’s forehead, and she mumbled incoherently, her

dabbed at the sweat on Elma’s forehead with a cool cloth. With a

turned to leave, Elma’s small hand shot

sending a jolt through her. Her heart ached with a sudden, unexpected tenderness, and she instinctively tightened her grip on