Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 120: Kallie sought out Rachel, greeting her with a soft, reassuring smile. She had chosen a gentle female voice to articulate her messages with the text-to-speech function. "Thank you, Rachel. I really didn't expect you to speak up forlike that." At this, Rachel snapped out of her lingering distress and becsomewhat awkward, realizing she had jumped to conclusions without bothering to learn the truth.

Rachel turned away slightly, stating, “I wasn't really defending you, to be honest. I was just trying to be fair. Also, I realized I got the wrong idea about you today, and for that, I owe you an apology. But let's be clear, that doesn't mean we're friends now." Undeterred, Kallie's smile only widened. After a brief pause, she typed thoughtfully, "I assure you, your mother's clothes are safe with me. As someone who restores antiques for a living, I promise I can return them to you just as they were. Or, if you'd prefer, I can even refresh them with a new twist." Rachel's demeanor softened, her eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and nostalgia. She gently shook her head. "Actually, the condition of my mother's clothes isn't my concern. What matters is that they still carry the scent of my mom. As long as I look at them, I see her in them, just as she was." As Rachel's words trailed off, tinged with sorrow, Kallie felt a pang of empathy. She struggled to find the right words, wishing only to convey her understanding and support. After a brief pause, she finally finished choosing the right words. "Your mom must have been kind and wonderful, which clearly reflects in how nice you are." "Am I nice?" Rachel gave Kallie a look of disbelief.

"You're the first person who has ever said that. I guess Sarah was right about you being sweet-talking, even if it doesn't cnaturally to you. You don't need to flatter me. I'm not easily deceived." Kallie simply shook her head, her smile unwavering. She quickly typed down her reply. "No, I mean it sincerely. I think you're an incredible person, and you're dedicated to your friends. It's not just me. Hayden mentioned the sthing." Explore magic at ga l no vls,"Hayden?" A trace of anxiety crept into Rachel's voice. "What else did he say?" Kallie's brow furrowed as she recalled, "He also said you're a talented kid, especially skilled at restoring antiques. It's just a shyou lack focus, but if you can train yourself, you'd make an excellent apprentice for him." "Really?" Rachel's eyes welled up with tears.

The Simpson family, scholars for generations, had never been wealthy. Instead, they had built a legacy of connections, respect, and moral integrity.

Rachel and her father shared a stubborn streak and an inability to yield, while her mother had been a remarkable woman.

Rachel had never met anyone as gentle as her mother, like a calming body of water. Tragically, Rachel's mother died when Rachel was just a child, leaving her with only faint memories and a profound sense of loss.

As Rachel matured, she grew increasingly introverted, surrounding herself with only a handful of friends. Although many appeared amiable at first, most secretly ridiculed her, branding her as pretentious and haughty. They even whispered that she had a quick temper. Consequently, Rachel developed a distaste for social gatherings and parties.

One evening, while walking home, Rachel was accosted by a group of thugs.

Fortunately, someone had called the police in time, and Sarah, who was nearby, cto Rachel's aid.

This incident led Rachel to consider Sarah a friend. However, she belatedly realized her judgment was flawed. Agreeing to this birthday party was yet another mistake Rachel had committed.

Rachel had always preferred intimate family gatherings, but Sarah had insisted so persistently that Rachel finally conceded.

Little did Rachel know she was merely a pawn in Sarah's plans from beginning to end.

As Rachel's eyes brimmed with tears, Kallie's heart raced, wondering if her words had struck a nerve.

Kallie waved her hand before Rachel's eyes, seeking her focus, and continued typing fervently. "I'll be honest. I envy you. You must have been raised with such care and love. It's probably why you trust people so easily, even if it means getting hurt. But my life's been different. I've had no parents, no real family of my own. The Reeves family tookin, and I was fortunate for that. As a child, Roderick was my protector, and as I grew, Jake stood by me. Yet, despite this, I know I'll never truly be a part of their family, and one day I'll have to leave." Rachel dabbed at her tears and gazed at Kallie, her eyes filled with empathy. "There are so many rumors swirling around. Jake is your husband, but rumors say he's entangled with Sarah. I mistakenly thought you were the one causing trouble between them." Kallie averted her gaze, her eyes clouding with sorrow. "It's alright. I don't hold any grudges. The Reeves family has shownkindness, something I'll carry withforever." Rachel, still young and intuitive, felt a deeper turmoil beneath the surface. "Only kindness?" she probed gently. Meanwhile, Jake, having settled matters with Sarah, rushed back and spotted Rachel and Kallie in conversation. From afar, Jake mistook the scene, thinking Rachel was harassing Kallie, and hastened his steps toward them. As Jake neared them, he overheard Rachel's questioning tone. "Only kindness?" Jake caught his breath, his expression unreadable as he observed Kallie.

Kallie remained quiet for a moment and then lifted her gaze with a gentle smile. Her phone articulated her masked thoughts. "Yes, only kindness. Anything more is like the affection between siblings. I've been mixed up about this before and it led to smisunderstandings. But really, don't worry about me. I'm doing okay." Kallie had made peace with her thoughts. She knew her path with Jake would diverge, and that Jake and Sarah were destined for each other. She no longer wanted to be tangled in this love triangle. It was best to bury that embarrassing love deep within. After all, it seemed to be a mistake from the very beginning.

Unseen, Jake's hands balled into fists at his sides.

Just then, his phone buzzed. It was a call from Edgar.

Jake hit the answer button but remained silent.

Edgar's voice carried a note of urgency. "Mr. Reeves, Miss Miller is currently at the hospital and refuses treatment. She on seeing you.

The entire Miller family is there as well, creating quite a commotion.

They suspect your wife had a hand in this..." "I'll head there immediately.” Jake cast a lingering glance at Kallie before departing.

Once Jake was gone, Kallie sensed something and turned around, only to discover no one was there.

Rachel hesitated, suspecting Kallie wasn't entirely honest. Yet, their recent interaction had softened her feelings. She no longer harbored as much resentment toward Kallie.

Now, Rachel was beginning to appreciate Kallie's quiet beauty and grace.

Rachel smiled warmly and placed a hand on Kallie's shoulder. "I'll entrust you with my mother's clothes. I plan to-organize an exhibition featuring her items. She had many devoted students. As Hayden's apprentice, this will be a perfect chance for you to demonstrate your abilities."

Kallie was taken aback. She hastily typed down her answer. “No, no, that's not needed. It's my job to restore them. If there's an exhibition, there's no need to mention it was my work." Rachel smiled and shook her head. “I got turned down by Hayden, and it hurt my pride. It's always been a sensitive issue for me. Kallie, I should be thanking you for helpingsort it out."