Chapter 995
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

âHowâs my mom?â Her tone was flat, noticeably omitting the word âDad.â
Jakeâs expression twisted with discomfort, his smile strained.
âI canât quite put it into words. Itâs best you see for yourself.â
Bracing herself, Sophie pushed open the door. The sight that met her eyes was unexpected.
There sat Kallie, perched on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly humming a melody that carried no tune, her spirit seemingly unbroken.
The noise caused Kallie to look over at Sophie, standing hesitantly in the doorway.
Kallieâs eyes were clear, her mind seemingly untouched by confusion.
Sophieâs heart wrenched painfully as Kallieâs indifferent gaze met hers like she was a stranger.
True to Sophieâs sinking feeling, Kallieâs voice came, tinged with confusion.
âHello. May I ask who you are?â
Kallieâs brow furrowed lightly, deepening the sense of alienation.
Sophieâs head snapped around, her eyes wide with disbelief as she gazed at Jake.
Jakeâs mouth was a thin line, and he found himself speechless in the tense silence. Shock was evident on his face as well. Only moments before, Jakeâs heart had swelled with relief at the sight of Kallie safe and sound. She was unconscious, but as she stirred from her slumber, the room thickened with tension. When she opened her eyes, there was a stark void of recognition as she fixated on him with a distant look.
At first, Jake thought perhaps Kallie simply didnât want to see him. But the truth hit him harder when he realized she had amnesia and didnât recall his face at all.
Sophieâs eyes flooded with tears, her voice cracking with desperation.
âMom, please donât terrify me like this. Iâm your daughter. Donât you know me anymore?â
Startled, Kallieâs face twisted in confusion, her voice trembling.
âA daughter? How could that be? Who are you?â
Kallieâs earlier calmness shattered, replaced by a surge of fear. She threw off her covers and made a feeble attempt to flee the bed, her voice rising in panic.
âI donât recognize you. I donât trust any of you.â
Gently, Jake enveloped Kallie in his arms, his tone soothing as he tried to calm her fears.
âWeâre here to help, not to harm. She is indeed your daughter. Your memories might be scattered, but weâre still your family. Please, donât be afraid.â
âNo,â Kallie protested, her head shaking with a mix of defiance and confusion.
âI havenât lost all recollection. I remember my husband, and his name is clear in my mind. His name isâ¦â Her brows knitted together as she struggled to recall.
Jakeâs face held no expression, yet there was an anticipatory glint in his eyes. His hands dangled at his sides, fingers twitching with nervous tension.
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