Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 750:

Once they were out of earshot, Lacey said, “Hey, you need to be more cautious. Haven’t I told you not to get too close to strangers? What if they’re bad ones?”

Jeanette pouted. “But he seems nice,” she mumbled. “And handsome too. And anyway, you wouldn’t have brought him here if he was bad. You let me meet him because you know he’s okay, right?”

Jeanette flashed a cheeky grin, looking utterly adorable. A smile tugged at Lacey’s lips. She lightly tapped Jeanette’s head. “Oh, you.” She chuckled.

Jeanette rubbed her head, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Can we keep him?” she pleaded. “I really like him. I want him to live with us.”

“No,” Lacey said firmly, crouching down to look Jeanette in the eye. “He has a wife and kids, his own family. He can’t be part of ours. Do you get it?”

Jeanette nodded, though she didn’t fully grasp what Lacey meant. Her face fell in disappointment. “But if he has a family, why did they leave him all alone?” she questioned, her brow furrowed. “He looked so pathetic. He might have died if you hadn’t treated him in time. Is that how families are supposed to treat each other?”

Lacey struggled to find an answer. She was just as puzzled. Judging by the way Jake spoke, he seemed to have come from a well-off background. How did he end up in such a state? Maybe there was more to the story. He did mention wanting to find his wife and children.

tales

the thoughts aside. It wasn’t

days passed, and Jake’s condition improved significantly. He

rain continued

He found himself in a small village nestled beside a river. It seemed to be west of Burmoos,

sudden gust of wind made

it to Jake with a sweet smile. “Here. Cover yourself up so you don’t

face flashing back to Jake’s mind. He felt a pang of genuine

weak smile. “Thank

giggled, her small voice echoing in the room. “Don’t thank me,” she said.

and a flicker of embarrassment crossed Lacey’s face. She quickly averted her gaze, her expression returning to its usual stoicism.

soft as she inquired, “Do you like