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.

head, regarding Calvert like he was nothing more than a speck of

figure it out soon enough.

swung again. Another

the walls. But no one came. No

clarity was creeping in. She was starting to piece things

in a wheelchair—could never

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 hatred and sheer terror as

Jake’s arm, urgency laced in

back for a while—we need to go.” Her eyes flicked to Calvert, and she

“Forget him.”

voice. He opened his mouth to spit out some insult—some last-ditch effort to salvage

him a glance, his voice

do we do

curled in