Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 882:

As soon as the check landed in his hand, courtesy of Kallie, a wild ambition sparked within Neal. Why would he rely on another’s fortune? He held the crucial piece of the puzzle now. With a bit of maneuvering, he could even dominate Clayton down the line. By then, the Morgan Group, the Reeves Group, and the Nixon Group could all be his.

The very thought sent a thrill through Neal, visibly altering his demeanor. Today, his spirits were too high to hit Brysen.

He dismissed her with a wave of his hand and sneered, “Go on and get back to your room. I’ve had enough of your pathetic face.”

Brysen, cowed and downtrodden, nodded and retreated. Neal’s chuckle echoed in the corridor as he pocketed the check with a smirk.

Kallie was alerted to a hefty withdrawal. She stared at the notification, her brow furrowing in concern. Neal’s actions strayed from his initial promises. Could he be facing some difficulty?

Mulling it over, Kallie decided it was prudent to monitor him closely. After all, Neal was no kin of Brysen’s. Leaning on a romantic partnership felt decidedly fragile.

Kallie’s return home was met with a whirlwind of excitement as her three kids dashed toward her, their faces lit up with joy. It had been days since their last embrace, and they clung to her with fervent affection. Even Calvin, usually so composed, grasped Kallie’s hand firmly, his small fingers intertwined with hers, showing no intention of releasing his grip.

Elma came close to grabbing onto Kallie as if seeking comfort. Overwhelmed but touched, Kallie comforted her kids with warm hugs and then slipped away to indulge in a soothing bath.

Just as Kallie wrapped herself in a soft towel and her head hit the pillow in anticipation of a deep slumber, her phone jolted her awake with its insistent vibration. An unknown number flashed across the screen.

“Hello, may I help you?” Kallie spoke into the phone, her voice a blend of warmth and guarded caution. She had only shared this number with a tight circle, so a call like this was both intriguing and alarming.

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Silence hung on the other end. No reply, yet clearly not a dropped call. The background was alive with the sounds of a bustling airport, announcements echoing about last calls for boarding.

“Hello?” Kallie tried again, her voice tinged with a mix of hesitation and concern.

“Can you hear me?”

The silence stretched on, unanswered. Kallie began to suspect a misdial and was about to end the call when an inexplicable sensation gripped her heart. It felt as though an inner whisper urged her not to disconnect.

With a vacant gaze fixed on the handset, Kallie awaited any hint of sound. The silence deepened, amplifying the peculiar sensation. Her voice quivered as she said, “Hello? Why the silence? Have you no words for me?”

At that moment, the door to Kallie’s bedroom swung open, revealing Clayton. He caught sight of Kallie, phone in hand, her expression distant, and his concern deepened.

“Kallie, what’s amiss?”

The sound of Clayton’s voice seemed to startle the caller into hanging up. Jolted back to the present, Kallie glared at Clayton, her annoyance evident.

“Mr. Morgan, ever heard of knocking?”

Clad in her pajamas, her damp hair cascading down her shoulders, Kallie exuded an effortless charm. A blush tinged her cheeks, and her eyes sparkled with irritation.

Clayton’s hand tightened around the doorknob as he rushed to justify his intrusion.

“I knew you had returned and heard about your plans to visit a psychologist. I was concerned… Please, forgive my abruptness.”

Kallie’s response was cold.

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