Chapter 571
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

âHowever, sheâs safe for now. Thereâs no immediate threat to her well-being. Please, focus on your recovery. I will fill you in on all the details later.â
Jake let out a weary sigh, his face contorted with pain and remorse. âEdgar, please stand. The blame isnât yours. Itâs mine for not being more vigilant. Had I not sustained these injuries, perhaps none of these unfortunate events would have unfolded. I realize youâve been through so much already. Iâve only just taken over as head of the Reeves family, and here I am, incapacitated, leaving you to juggle both Sophieâs safety and the familyâs affairs. Itâs been a heavy burden on you.â
Tears began to form in Edgarâs eyes as he quickly dabbed them away. âMr. Reeves, donât talk like that. Iâve been by your side for years, through so many challenges, and youâve rewarded me well.â
When Jake assumed leadership of the Reeves family, he had awarded Edgar ten percent of the companyâs shares, a gesture acknowledging Edgarâs long-standing loyalty and hard work. Even if Edgar chose to step down now, those shares were more than enough to ensure his prosperity.
Though Edgar had ventured into peril following Jakeâs lead, it was Jake who had shielded Edgar countless times during their travels abroad. Edgar deeply appreciated Jakeâs camaraderie and wholeheartedly hoped that Jake and Kallie would find happiness together.
âLetâs drop the subject.â Removing his wedding ring, Jake squeezed it tightly in his fist, his eyes burning with resolute fire. âI have to get better. Thatâs my top priority right now. Once I regain my strength, Iâll be capable of taking Kallie back. I want to see who dared to take my woman away.â
By now, Kallie had been on the island for a month. Truthfully, she hadnât encountered any real hardships. It appeared she was truly taking the time to relax and prepare for the upcoming birth of the baby. The days passed pleasantly enough for her.
However, each night brought with it a chilling fear. Despite sleeping soundly, she invariably awoke enveloped in anxiety. It felt as if she were grappling with a nightmare, though she could never recall the specifics upon waking.
One evening, Kallie intentionally refrained from drinking the milk offered to her by the servant.
Kallieâs action was noticed by the servant.
The servant gave Kallie a brief, indifferent glance, saying nothing.
Kallie had a hunch that the milk they offered her was laced with something to induce sleep. The people here seemed unfazed by the possibility of her discovering their secrets. Their only concern was that she might not handle them.
Kallieâs curiosity intensified, but she couldnât shake a growing sense of unease.
As Kallie predicted, sleep eluded her that night. In the hazy twilight, she was jolted awake by a blood-curdling scream.
The scream was sharp and piercing. It sounded like it echoed from the depths of hell.
Kallie sat up slowly, her heart pounding.
After a few minutes, the scream vanished.
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