Chapter 853
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

âBrysen.â Kallieâs voice echoed, the concern clear on her face.
Brysen seemed oblivious, absorbed in her phone.
It wasnât until Kallie reached out and gently took the device from his hands that Brysen came back to reality.
Startled, Brysen finally acknowledged Kallie, stuttering, âMissâ¦. Miss Nixon.â
Kallie sighed, feeling somewhat defeated.
âYouâre falling in love with someone, arenât you?â
This only made Brysen feel more embarrassed.
She lowered her head, too shy to look Kallie in the eye.
âItâs perfectly fine to be in love. Iâm not keeping you from seeing anyone,â Kallie assured Brysen, though her voice carried a hint of concern.
âBut look at you, youâre clearly not feeling well. Why keep writing? Just tell him youâre in the car and youâre in no condition to talk right now.â
Brysen nodded, feeling his stomach twist.
Without hesitation, Kallie passed him an orange.
The scent steadied Brysen a little.
With a grateful smile, Brysen explained, âI warned him before I got in the car. However, he insisted on continuing the conversation. If I donât respond, he might worry.â
Kallie frowned, sensing something wasnât right.
âYou donât feel bad, you donât mind?â
Shaking his head, Brysen immediately replied, âItâs not that.
He doesnât know I suffer from dizziness. He just misses me, and the feeling is mutual.â
Kallie watched Brysen, clearly captivated, and chose her words carefully.
Love could be blinding.
Still, Kallie gently warned Brysen.
âItâs wonderful to be in love, but remember to take care of yourself first.
Youâre the most important thing.
You know what I mean, donât you?â
As Kallie spoke, she handed the phone back to Brysen.
Brysen held it tightly, continued texting, but offered Kallie a brief nod of affirmation.
âUnderstood, Miss Nixon.â
Kallie looked at Brysen, letting out a soft sigh, but decided to remain silent.
Young people often dreamed of love, only understanding its true nature through experience.
Kallie hoped she could spare Brysen the pain of a broken heart.
However, the decision was Brysenâs to make, and there was nothing Kallie could do about it.
When she arrived, the town chief and county manager were already at the door, ready to greet Kallie warmly.
Their gratitude to her was evident.
Kallie had funded the largest school in the area, designed to enrol as many students as possible.
The local landscape was attractive, although the area was underdeveloped, mainly due to the lack of roads.
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