Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1468:

With a gentle smile, Kallie reached out and patted Jeanette’s head. “Don’t be silly. It’s not like that. Jake’s just dealing with some company issues, and I was about to head back to my place anyway. If you’re scared, we can sleep together. After a short nap, we’ll be home, and Elma will be there waiting for you.”

A flicker of light danced in Jeanette’s eyes. “Really?”

Jeanette hesitated for a beat before cautiously asking, “Are you sure I’m not bothering you?” Kallie wasn’t her mother, after all.

But Jeanette couldn’t help but crave Kallie’s presence, clinging to her for comfort. Being close to Kallie seemed to give her the strength to keep going, helping her forget all the painful memories. More than once, she had wished Kallie could be her mother. Would there ever come a day when she could call Kallie “Mom” without hesitation? But such thoughts never left the confines of her heart.

Jeanette was careful not to overstep. She didn’t want anyone to think she was trying to become Kallie’s adopted daughter for selfish reasons. Therefore, she swallowed her feelings, burying them deep inside and never daring to let them show.

Jeanette was lost in thought, Kallie effortlessly lifted

with a slight frown. “When we

up. She hesitated for a moment before asking, “Kallie, does that mean

But if you’d rather stay somewhere else, I can arrange that. It won’t be far, though. You

blurted out, her voice laced with urgency. “I want to. I really want to stay

she playfully pinched Jeanette’s nose. “I was just teasing you. There’s no way

Jeanette on the bed and

flickering in her eyes. Sleep was the last thing on her mind. Everything felt almost too perfect—so perfect that she feared she would wake up and realize it had all been a dream, and she was still alone. Not just alone, but trapped with a father who saw her as nothing more than a means to an end. If he couldn’t squeeze money out of her, he would find another way—likely by selling her off. She would then

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the grip of her nightmares. In the depths of her dream, she saw her