Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1399:

Caitlin bristled, searching for a comeback. She settled on an irritated huff. “I’m not planning on dying anytime soon. And with Kallie around, nothing’s gonna happen to me.”

Clayton arched a brow. “You really trust her, huh? Then tell me—how do you explain today’s little incident? If it weren’t for me, do you even realize what you’d be dealing with right now?”

Unwanted images flooded Caitlin’s mind, sending a cold shiver down her back.

Caitlin’s eyes narrowed as she studied Clayton. “Are you telling me this? Are you trying to turn me against Kallie? I remember you liked her. If that’s true, why talk shit about her now?”

Clayton let out a chuckle, clearly amused by her reaction. “Relax, I’m not trying to mess with your relationship with her. Just giving you some unsolicited advice—at the end of the day, you can only count on yourself. Not Kallie, not anyone.” He leaned in slightly. “I saw you try to save yourself earlier. Ballsy move. But not smart enough. If I’d really meant harm… Well, let’s just say you wouldn’t be resting here right now.”

His tone shifted, catching Caitlin off guard. A small blush crept up her face. “So, that’s what you meant… My bad. Guess I misunderstood.”

shrugged. “No

can sleep easy.

on his heel, ready to leave. From the moment he walked in to the second he turned

lingered on his retreating figure, even though

moment Clayton disappeared through the door, a nurse walked in, a steaming

the soup on the table. “I got it. I can manage on my own.” The moment the nurse stepped out, Caitlin tried to lift the bowl, only to realize her hands were too shaky to hold it properly. She had seriously overestimated

he stepped back in. Without a word, he reached over and took the bowl from her unsteady hands. Caitlin blinked, caught off guard. “Why

just gonna spill this all over yourself. At this rate, I’ll never get a

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went hot. She wanted to fire back, to tell him she could handle herself, but one look at her trembling hands shut her up. After a pause, she muttered, “Fine. Just

up to her lips. “Soup’s meant to be eaten warm,” he said,