Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1148:

Leo understood immediately who Jake was referring to, and his response was a subdued shake of his head.

“The doctor’s assessment is bleak. Even if he pulls through, there’s a real risk he might still be trapped in a vegetative state.”

Jake’s frail hands gripped the bed’s railing, knuckles white and veins taut, as if they might burst.

Jake’s whole body seemed to tremble—not with weakness, but with barely contained fury. His voice cut through the air like a blade, cold and deliberate.

“Edgar knows the depth of his transgressions. He knows the reckoning that’s coming.”

Jake paused, his grip tightening further.

“Convey my message—no matter what, we must keep him alive. I need him conscious—aware—so he can face what he’s done. To steal Kallie and Elma from me, under my very nose… He dared to play with fire. I’ll ensure he lives to regret it.”

knew Jake didn’t truly intend to punish Edgar and suddenly felt a wave of sadness

closest to him slipping away one by one. Kallie had been his anchor in a stormy sea. She and Elma had offered him a glimpse of hope—a future that didn’t revolve around schemes and betrayal. Jake and Kallie were on the verge of reconciliation. Plans had been made, a life abroad

wrestled with his emotions, unable to put into words

Jake’s voice broke the

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you think Kallie

hung in the air like an oppressive fog—undeniable and suffocating. Moreover, Jake’s question wasn’t a demand for clarity. He had already thought that way. He simply sought Leo’s denial, a reason to

bitterly, “Mr. Reeves, now isn’t the time for this. What matters most is your health. Rest now. I’ll handle the next

faintest nod, his eyes

the ward, the door clicked

tear that slipped down Jake’s gaunt cheek, tracing the contours of his

turned his gaze to the window, where darkness stretched endlessly, mirroring the void within him. His pale face, etched with grief, looked as fragile as porcelain on the verge of shattering. Bloodshot eyes stared into the night, unseeing, lost in memories that now

so soft that it seemed