Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 63:

Ultimately, Kallie restrained herself. She knew provoking Jake would only backfire painfully. Thus, she repeated the question she had posed to him earlier through sign language. “Don’t you plan to marry Sarah? Why refuse my efforts to make room for her? Doesn’t she want to marry you?”

Yet again, Jake remained silent. His expression was inscrutable, the earlier anger dissolved.

After a brief silence, Jake finally spoke. “You can leave now. We’ll discuss the divorce later.”

Kallie hadn’t expected him to consent immediately and simply nodded in response. She gestured to remind him to eat before the food got cold. Then, she exited.

That evening, Jake didn’t return home.

Kallie suspected Jake might have gone to Sarah’s. Were Sarah and he contemplating when to get married after securing the divorce certificate? Or was it something entirely different?

Kallie walked over to the dressing table and opened a box she had placed there with care. Inside was the broken teapot that had belonged to Roderick.

As Kallie held the teapot, memories of Roderick, her joyful childhood, and her dreams for the future overwhelmed her. Tears streamed down her face. Why hadn’t she repaired the teapot while Roderick was still alive? That way, Roderick might have felt a bit happier in his last moments.

Tears still in her eyes, Kallie felt her phone buzz. It was a text from Gregory. “‘How have you been lately? Is everything all right at home? Just checking in. I’m not rushing you to get back to the studio or anything.'”

A small smile crossed Kallie’s face. She definitely missed the days spent at Hayden’s studio, engrossed in her repair work.

Kallie texted back to Gregory. “Sorting things out at home may take some time, but I’ll swing by the studio when possible.”

“Do you want to keep practicing at home? Should I send over your toolbox? I’m heading out for a job tomorrow and could drop it by,” Gregory replied, his enthusiasm clear in his message.

Kallie agreed to it. She was eager to fix the teapot as soon as possible. She would be immensely grateful if Gregory could bring the necessary repair tools over.

Kallie sent Gregory her address and expressed her thanks. Gregory assured her he would arrive the following morning and would call beforehand.

Initially, Kallie had thought Gregory’s inquiries were merely polite concerns from a colleague. However, it wasn’t until the next morning that she began to suspect his interest might be deeper than she first believed.

Coming from a wealthy and well-connected family, Gregory was usually ahead of the curve regarding the latest gossip within their social circle. Chances were that he was already aware of the developments before they became public knowledge.

While stumbling upon the trending news about Jake’s illness on her phone, Kallie’s heart sank.

This revelation was undoubtedly detrimental to the Reeves Group.

As expected, when the stock market commenced at nine that morning, the Reeves Group’s shares took a sharp dive.

The media coverage was brutal, groundlessly accusing Jake of suffering from a severe brain disease that had claimed the lives of previous Reeves elders, typically within three years of diagnosis. It added that Jake was childless, and his illness meant the likely end of the Reeves family lineage.

Gregory probably knew about the news before it broke, subtly hinting at it in his previous messages.

But by now, Kallie’s focus had shifted away from the implications of Gregory’s knowledge.

Holding her trembling phone, Kallie pondered who else might know about Jake’s condition. She had kept it a secret, confident that Steven had as well. Could Sarah or Shirley have disclosed such sensitive information? Despite their differences with her, their affection for Jake was profound. They wouldn’t intentionally hurt him.

Kallie’s mind raced. Perhaps she had inadvertently given something away? She had mentioned her family was sick before. Could others have connected it to Jake and come up with this exaggerated description of his grave diagnosis?

The Reeves Group had consistently excelled in handling their public relations. Shortly after Kallie became aware of the news, the company issued an official statement. They announced a press conference to be held in two hours, where Jake would personally address and refute the rumors, and take legal action against the accounts spreading misinformation.

Following this statement, the online chatter surrounding Jake’s rumored illness dwindled, and some accounts even discreetly deleted their previously published articles.

Nonetheless, the incident still cast a shadow over the Reeves Group. True to form, Shirley made a dramatic entrance at the villa, shouting the moment she walked through the door, “Kallie, get your ass down here! Did you let it slip that Jake was sick? It had to be you! You fucking bitch! Come out here!”

Kallie rose and opened the bedroom door to step outside.

While Jake might have harbored doubts about Kallie, he remained reasonable and would sometimes consider the other side of the story.

Shirley, on the other hand, was completely unwilling to know Kallie’s explanation. She darted toward Kallie, intent on slapping her, but the butler intervened. “Madam, please calm down…”

“Calm down my ass! Do you have any idea how much the Reeves family has suffered because of her? Even killing her a thousand times wouldn’t settle the score!” Shirley yelled.

“Madam, please consider that it might not be her doing. After all, she has been taking care of Mr. Reeves by bringing him meals. It’s a tough job,” the butler said gently. As Jake and Kallie’s butler, not Shirley’s, he naturally defended Kallie.

Shirley was momentarily placated by his persuasion and collapsed onto the sofa, breathing heavily.

Suddenly, the doorbell chimed.noveldrama

The butler answered it, and Kallie, puzzled about who could be visiting at this late hour, suddenly recalled Gregory’s delivery. She wished to meet him at the door, but it was already too late.

Gregory entered following the butler, and upon spotting Kallie, he remarked, “Looks like you missed my message. Anyway, I’ve brought your toolbox.”

“Who is this guy?” Shirley sprang from the sofa, her anger reigniting. “First, it was the young master from the Hayes family, and now another man walks into your home! Kallie, are you that shameless?”

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