Chapter 670
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape
The next day, the gardener discovered Cara, her voice nearly gone from shouting.
Once freed, Caraâs face twisted with scorn and anger. She spun around and delivered a harsh slap to the gardener. âAre you guys morons? Iâve been trapped here for a long time, and none of you noticed? Youâre all imbeciles!â
The gardener, though stunned and angry, held his tongue. Just yesterday, Cara had declared that no one was allowed to come close. Who would dare go against her commands?
After her outburst, Cara gradually regained her composure and hurried toward the villa. Jake certainly had a reason for what he did. Most likely, he was planning to leave with Elma.
Disregarding her appearance, Cara raced back, on the verge of another meltdown, only to discover Jake and Elma calmly having breakfast. They behaved as if the morning was just like any other.
Before Caraâs arrival, Jake and Elma had seemed so at ease together. Cara felt like a discordant note in their otherwise harmonious tune.
Her sudden appearance made Jake instinctively scowl upon hearing her footsteps.
Elma, noticing Cara, stood up and offered a cautious yet polite greeting. âGood morning, Mom.â
É¢ðªðµð·ð¸vÑðµð¼.coð¶ for more reading Cara, seething with anger yet unable to voice it, took a seat next to Jake. Her eyes were icy as she confronted him. âWhat happened last night, Jake? Why did you knock me out? Donât you care about Elma?â
Jake slammed his knife and fork down in response.
The plate crashed to the floor, breaking with a sharp sound.
Jake remained with a poker face, yet the icy glare in his eyes took Cara by surprise. She was the one who was supposed to be furious, yet now, she felt a twinge of nervousness.
Jakeâs voice was harsh as he addressed her. âCara, donât go too far. Are you trying to push me to the edge? Iâm still here, arenât I? Why must you make everything so hard?â His tone sharpened. âOr perhaps youâd prefer I tell everyone what you did last night?â
âYou!â Caraâs voice was a mix of anger and hurt. She desperately hoped he wouldnât divulge anything. She wouldnât mind him telling others if her plots succeeded, but her scheme had failed.
Cara couldnât ignore the chatter in the villa, labeling her as nothing more than Jakeâs hopeless pursuer. The thought of their scorn upon learning she had intended to force Jake to her side by drugging him, but had failed, was unbearable.
Seeing Jake visibly upset, Caraâs voice grew gentler. âI went too far last night. Please, forgive me. I promise it wonât happen again. If you stay, I assure you weâll make it work, and Iâll be kind to Elma.â
Jake responded with a frosty smile and said nothing.
Cara, mistaking his silence for reconciliation, cheerfully served him dinner. She paid no attention to Elma.
To Caraâs dismay, Jake passed every dish she offered him directly to Elma.
Caraâs temper flared, and she shot Elma icy glares.
Elma finally spoke. âDaddy, I really donât like these.â
Jakeâs frown deepened as he turned to Cara. âMaking a childâs life difficult wonât get you anywhere.â
Cara protested, feeling misunderstood. âIâm not trying to make things hard for her. You donât understand. Sheâs incredibly picky.â
Jakeâs interest in his meal vanished. He dropped his utensils and announced, âIâve lost my appetite. Iâm leaving.â
Cara exclaimed, âWait!â She rose to follow him but stopped as the butler entered, supporting a limping man.
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