Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 894

Chapter 894:

Kallie nodded, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you, Lacey. Thank you so much.”

Lacey merely nodded, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. After what felt like an eternity, Elma’s eyelids fluttered open.

Catching Lacey’s approving nod, Kallie rushed to Elma’s side, enveloping her in a tight embrace.

“Oh, Elma…” Kallie sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t scare me like that again. Are you alright? You gave me such a fright.”

Elma’s condition had always been delicate, and Kallie had dedicated her life to bettering Elma’s health. Yet, the growth-inhibiting drugs inflicted by Cara had left unseen scars, and the side effects would only manifest as Elma grew older. The future was uncertain, and the terrifying prospect of teetering on the edge of a precipice loomed large.

All Kallie wanted was for Elma to live a normal, healthy life, but that dream seemed to slip further away with each passing day. The thought of Elma’s uncertain future sent a fresh wave of grief washing over Kallie, and her sobs intensified.

reached up with her tiny hand to wipe away Kallie’s tears. “Mommy, don’t cry,” she whispered, her voice small and frail. “I’m sorry for causing you worries. I feel better now. My chest hurt a little just now, but it’s gone now. Please don’t

filled with gratitude. “Lacey, I… I don’t know how to thank you,” she stammered, her

thanks. “You really know how to put on a good show,”

drop the affectionate

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of the guests had departed, but a few curious onlookers remained,

Then explain why your daughter is much older than she looks. You’ve been drugging her, haven’t you? You did something to stunt her growth. If you truly loved Elma, you wouldn’t have done this to her. Those drugs make

in shock, not in anger, but in deep sorrow and despair.

been a doctor and hadn’t figured it out, would you have just continued poisoning your own child?” Lacey sneered. “This little girl means nothing to me, yet even I feel sorry for her. What kind of monster hurts a child, let alone their own flesh and blood?

Clutching Elma tightly, Kallie sobbed, “Elma, what are we going to