Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1190:

Brysen looked up, her smile as radiant as sunlight breaking through the clouds.

“Miss Nixon,” she greeted, her tone filled with a respect that struck Kallie deeply.

Hearing this title, Kallie’s chest tightened with emotion, and her eyes prickled with unshed tears.

“Brysen, are you feeling better now?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

But Brysen didn’t respond right away. Instead, she gave Kallie a gentle smile, one that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words. Without saying more, she returned her gaze to the book in her hands, as if the question didn’t need an answer—or perhaps, the answer was too complicated to say aloud.

Just then, a doctor approached, offering Kallie a professional yet kind explanation about Brysen’s progress.

“Miss Nixon, please don’t worry. Brysen’s recovery is coming along well. She’s slowly beginning to lower her guard and connect with the world around her. Her mood has brightened noticeably, and she’s learning to communicate, even if it’s just in simple ways.”

express herself when she needs something, which is

doctor paused, his expression becoming

trauma still casts a long shadow. It’s not easy for her to open up about

tone turned hopeful as he added, “At the pace she’s progressing, it won’t be long before she feels

quietly nearby, her fingers lightly tracing the edges of her book. Tears stung the corners of Kallie’s eyes, but

content at

doctor bowed his head

Nixon. We’ll do everything we can. It’s our responsibility.” With that, and after a brief conversation, the doctor excused himself. The caregivers followed suit, stepping aside to allow Kallie and Brysen some time alone. The retreat felt still and peaceful, the kind of quiet that made

approached Brysen slowly and knelt beside her. She reached for

If Brysen was improving so much, maybe it was time to bring Brysen to her place. After all, Brysen would only need weekly visits to the retreat for treatment. Being surrounded by familiar faces and the comfort of home might

question, confusion flickering in

as though the word felt foreign on

warm, her voice

home,” she