Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1345:

Kallie felt her chest tighten. She wanted to stop him and beg him not to do anything reckless. But she saw the determination in his eyes and let go of his hand.

When Jake strode into the room, Calvert was cursing under his breath as he tore through the room, searching for a weapon. His hands fumbled through drawers, shoving objects aside with mounting frustration. His voice dripped with venom.

“That lying witch, thought she could fool me? Just wait—when I’m through with her, she’ll never walk again. I’ll make damn sure she—”

Calvert never finished his sentence. Because the moment the words left his mouth, Jake grabbed him by the collar.

Calvert barely had time to turn before a fist slammed into his face. A sickening crunch filled the room.

Calvert stumbled backward with a strangled cry, his hands flying up in stunned defense. His breath hitched.

“Y-You? Why are you here?”

Jake flexed his fingers, his knuckles already bruising. His expression was unreadable, his voice like ice.

he was nothing more than

out soon enough. When you get

warning, Jake swung again. Another brutal punch landed—then

bouncing off the walls. But no one came.

starting to piece things together. Gracelyn must have ordered the guards away to give Calvert the perfect

sure of her control, so convinced that Kallie—trapped in a wheelchair—could never fight back. But she hadn’t accounted for two things.

Gracelyn’s own arrogance, Calvert lay sprawled on the floor—broken, bloodied, barely conscious. He didn’t even have the strength to scream anymore. Yet, through the pain, his swollen eyes flickered with something between

over, grabbing Jake’s arm, urgency laced

They won’t be back for a while—we need to go.” Her eyes flicked

“Forget him.”

out some insult—some last-ditch effort to salvage his pride—but under

barely spared him a glance,

do we

curled in