Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 105: By the tEthan returned to his car and fired up the engine, the menacing group had vanished.

Ethan's face, dark with fury, charged toward the nearby security booth.

Kallie, gripped by anxiety, trailed the group to the hospital after exiting the vehicle. She was ushered into a ward.

However, Sarah was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the room teemed with daunting figures.

At the center stood a poised yet stern couple, likely Sarah's parents.

Kallie fought to maintain her composure.

Suddenly, she was shoved from behind, causing her to lose her footing and stumble.

The crowd around her instantly recoiled, as if she carried a virus.

Hitting the floor with a thud, Kallie distinctly caught the sound of a few muffled snickers.

Sarah's mother, Amara, spoke sharply: "You're the one who caused my daughter so much pain. I didn't expect someone who looks so fragile to be so heartless!" Amara wrinkled her nose and stepped back in disgust. "Stop playing the victim, as if we wronged you." gvlnovs, the heart of fiction Kallie's arm was scraped and bleeding. She rose to her feet, stifling a wince of pain, and typed down her response on her phone: "I had nothing to do with Sarah's injuries. It wasn't my fault. There's no reason for you to treatthis way. If you think I'm responsible, feel free to call the police. But if you're considering taking matters into your own hands, remember, that's against the law. I won't hesitate to report you." Sarah's father, Willard, chuckled dismissively. "Call the police? Really? Do you honestly think we'd let you do that? Even if we were to harm you, what evidence would you have?" Kallie's complexion blanched. She was acutely aware of the Miller family's ruthless reputation. To keep her composure, she clenched her fists and swiftly typed a message on her phone: "What do you want from me? An apology to Sarah? I didn't cause her fall. We should be trying to uncover the real story here, instead of wasting twith accusations." Yet, her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Amara, clearly growing more agitated, signaled with a swift motion. Immediately, one of her henchmen stepped forward and struck Kallie.

The slap was so forceful that Kallie nearly toppled over once more.

Kallie cupped her throbbing cheek, fighting back the wave of anger and frustration. She knew all too well that showing any sign of weakness would only invite further torment from these people.

Willard halted his irate wife's tirade. “Enough, this is not the right moment for such discussions. We've got more pressing matters at hand." Turning to Kallie, Willard said solemnly, "Our conditions are quite simple. First, you need to apologize and look after Sarah while she recovers in the hospital. It's the least you can do, so don't pity yourself. Next, you must end things with Jake. Finally, you need to clear Sarah's nand admit that you were the one who disrupted her relationship with Jake. They were a couple before you married Jake, and you were the one who intruded and wrecked everything." Kallie gazed at Willard, her eyes widening in disbelief. She couldn't believe the audacity of his demands. Agreeing to them would be an utter humiliation.

Her face hardened with resolve. She typed her retort firmly: "I'm still Jake's wife. Do you really want to upset him by treating his wife so poorly?" Amara chuckled and pulled out her phone, flicking through a few photos before showing them to Kallie.

One photo captured Jake sitting beside Sarah in the hospital, his face turned away but his presence unmistakable by the timestamp indicating an overnight stay.

Other images showed Shirley in Sarah's ward, peeling fruit and sharing warm smiles with Sarah, while Jake stood close by, appearing like part of a content family.

The message was clear to Kallie. Despite whatever happened between her and the Miller family today, the Reeves family wouldn't hold the Millers accountable. Everyone's attention was on Sarah, and no one cared about her well-being.

Kallie felt a chilling wave of cold pass through her, yet she clung to a thread of hope: "Call Jake here. I can't make this decision by myself." Deep inside, Kallie refused to believe Jake would turn a cold shoulder to her.

Amara's sneer broke through. "Still clinging to hope? We're short on time. Comply, or the scandal will keep raging. And don't think about denying it. Vice Principal Vernon from Eastonville University claims there were no cameras in the stairwell, but a student witnessed you and Ethan shoving Sarah. Even the vice principal corroborates this. What's your response now?" Kallie was dumbfounded. The stairwell had been empty, and no one else had been there. It was clearly a lie. She struggled to understand why Vernon, whom she had never crossed, would seek to damage her reputation in this way.

"Apologize first!" Willard commanded with a subtle nod.

At once, someone advanced, forcing Kallie to the ground, pressing her to kneel and apologize.

Amara pulled out her phone, recording the ordeal with a gleeful smile. "I'm gonna show this video to Sarah since it'll surely lift her spirits. This woman caused my precious daughter so much pain, we simply can't let her go unpunished." "The doctor said Sarah's injuries might leave scars. We should give this woman the sscar. If Sarah has to suffer, so should she," Willard proposed.

They debated Kallie's destiny as though she were merely a possession, devoid of any rights or freedom. Kallie loathed her own inability to speak up. She yearned to scream and demand an explanation. Was it her lack of a known background that made her an easy target for false accusations and torment? The recent tumble had mixed with her swirling emotions, causing her stomach to churn painfully.

Kallie's complexion grew ashen with worry for the unborn child she carried.

Meanwhile, the guard kept Kallie's head pressed firmly against the floor.

Kallie summoned every ounce of her strength, refusing to submit. Yet, her Ο energy was depleted. Her upper body Ο gave way, collapsing lifelessly as her face was brutally rubbed against the floor. Despite this, Kallie fixed an intense, resentful glare at the camera, unnerving Amara.

Amara turned off the phone with a curse. "Why that look? Who are you glaring at?" Pausing, Amara proposed, "She's already mute. Maybe she should go blind too. That'd make her more manageable."

The pain in Kallie's arm was excruciating, as if it were being m twisted out docere out of its socket. Her vision grew hazy, and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

As darkness edged in, Kallie cast a sorrowful glance toward her om stomach. She apologized inwardly, "Im Sorry, baby. Mommy's useless. I can't protect you or myself." "What the hell are you doing?" A voice boomed from the doorway.

Summoning the last shred of her strength, Kallie raised her head to see a tall, blurred figure. Could it be...