Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 155: Upon hearing the familiar voice, Kallie jerked upright, her heart skipping a beat as she wondered if her mind was playing tricks on her.

Jake made his entrance into the chamber, his eyes scanning the assembled faces keenly. His gaze paused on Kallie, holding for a lingering moment before moving on.

Kallie, for her part, remained rigidly facing forward, too tense to even glance toward the door. A wave of surprise and fear churned within her, leaving her uncertain of how to respond.

Brent was the first to break the tension. He shot a quick look at Irene, who caught his cue and rose with composed grace.

"Kallie, you look a bit off. Let's head back," Irene suggested smoothly.

"What's the hurry?" Jake chimed in, a smirk playing on his lips. "Doesn't Mr. Hayes want to understand why his client is so upset?" At this, realization hit Brent like a wave, and he stood up sharply, his hand thudding against the table. “What are you implying? The Hayes and the Reeves families have shared bonds for years. Are you truly aiming to destroy that?" Jake dismissed Brent's accusations with a wave of his hand and strode confidently toward the table.

Boris stepped aside quickly, his ingratiating smile letting Brent know all too clearly who had led Jake here. Boris was the architect of this situation.

Brent had long suspected Boris of harboring bad intentions, yet he hadn't grasped the extent of Boris' plotting. When had Boris started colluding with Jake? Jake took a seat, his voice icy as he sneered, “Mr. Hayes, your statements are rather entertaining. Who is truly undermining the bond between our families? This is my private issue, yet you continue to interfere. It leadsto question your true motives." Though Jake left it unsaid, it was clear to all that his presence was linked to Kallie.

Color drained from Kallie's face as anxiety tightened its grip on her. Her hands nervously gripped the fabric at her stomach, fear flickering through her. But she needed to stay composed, for the sake of the baby she was carrying.

Kallie thought about standing up to clear the air with Jake. She felt like explaining that she was the one who sought Brent's assistance to escape from the hospital. If Jake was looking to unleash his anger, he was supposed to direct it at her instead of involving others.

Just as Kallie was about to rise, Irene gently pulled her back.

Irene whispered, "Don't worry, Mr. Hayes will take care of this. We must remain calm." Kallie waved her hands anxiously, trying to convey that she really didn't want to cause any more trouble for Brent.

Nearby, Jake observed Kallie's reaction, his dark eyes narrowing in anger and regret. He wished he hadn't learned sign language to communicate with Kallie. Now, he understood her gestures clearly — she was defending another man.

Jake wondered if Kallie truly cared so much about Brent. Previously, he hadn't paid much attention to the other men around her, secure in her feelings for him. But now, he was blindsided by this unexpected revelation.

Jake cleared his throat, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. A chilly smirk formed on his handsface, a hint of menace in his gaze. "As for whether the Hayes Group will weather this storm, I might have svaluable information," he said indifferently, "but it all depends on how much Mr. Hayes is willing to offer." Brent inhaled sharply. "Nyour price, Mr. Reeves." Jake's chuckle was laced with mockery. “Well, Mr. Hayes, you might want to brace yourself. The price I'm going to suggest could be more than you're prepared to handle." Jake then pointed at Kallie. “She spends the night with me." A hush descended upon the room.

The manager remained blissfully unaware of the tension thickening the air and Kallie's true identity as Jake's wife. His attention was fixed on pleasing Jake.

The manager leaned toward Brent, giving him a knowing wink. “Mr. Hayes, you really should consider this carefully. Sure, she's attractive, but you're not short on women, are you? No need to let your feelings for her cloud your judgment. She's merely a plaything. Think it over." Brent's hands balled into fists at his sides, but before he could unleash his anger, Edgar's fist connected first. The moment Jake's expression grew stormy, Edgar knew this manager was doomed.

Edgar seized the manager by his shirt and landed a solid punch.

Caught off guard, the manager clutched his face, stunned. He opened his mouth to argue, but upon seeing Edgar, he closed it quickly, his body shaking. "Mr. Pierce, what did I do wrong?" Jake pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice cold as ice. "Get him out of here. This fool has actually wasted my tby makingmeet with him. If we let someone like him into the Reeves Group, he'd drop the whole company's IQ." The manager seemed oblivious to the insult. His only thought was that he was in deep trouble. In essence, his career had been handed a death sentence.

Tears streamed down the manager's face as he looked at Jake, utterly desperate. “Mr. Reeves, what did I do wrong? Please, I need to know. I admit my mistake. I was foolish and shouldn't have acted as I did. Please, giveanother chance." His pleas grew fainter as Edgar led him away.

The manager soon found himself in the underground parking lot. At the sight of several imposing men waiting, he trembled uncontrollably.

The manager grabbed desperately at Edgar's sleeve, his voice filled with abject humility. "Please need to understand. How did I offend Mr. Reeves? Today, for this plan, I even betrayed my former boss and risked my career, all for Reeves."

Edgar looked down at him with scorn. "Had you remained silent tonight, perhaps things would ben different. But hearing your nonsense, I think you've earned what's coming.

As you face the consequences, you fail to see your mistake. You've crossed someone far worse than Mr. Reeves." The manager probably wouldn't understand for the rest of his life. The individual Edgar was referring to was Kallie, whom the manager had dismissed as merely a plaything.

Boris saw everything, his legs wobbling with terror. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, a mere slip of the tongue sparking such .

The manager had bent over backward to accommodate Jake, but Jake was merciless.

Boris, recognizing the severity of the situation, knew better than to challenge Jake's extrreactions.

Boris was a clever man and understood instantly that trying to win Jake over with flattery was futile. el Afterall Nak With was never short of flatterers. Constant attempts to butter him up might only lead to disaster. Boris realized he had to find a different strategy.

Kallie, too, sensed the tense atmosphere. She avoided Jake's gaze, her eyes flickering toward Brent, filled with concern.

Jake noticed Kallie's subtle gestures but remained silent. His impatience, however, was betrayed by his increasingly rapid tapping on the table.

Brent began, "Well..."