Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1045:

The “anything else” Sophie alluded to involved Kallie and Jake’s relationship.

Suddenly, Elma smiled enigmatically. She gestured for Sophie to come closer, who leaned in, intrigued.

Elma whispered, “Sophie, while you and Calvin were away today, I saw our parents together, hand in hand. Do you think there’s a chance they might make up?”

Sophie’s face reflected her inner turmoil. When the news of Elma’s discomfort reached her, she had been occupied at school and unable to return. But she wasn’t concerned, confident that Jake, who was at home, would ensure Elma’s well-being. If Elma’s observations of Kallie and Jake getting along were accurate, the household staff would undoubtedly have informed her upon her return. After all, even the staff hoped for Kallie and Jake’s reconciliation. Yet, nobody had brought it up. Sophie figured perhaps Elma was mistaken, her sickness muddling her perception.

Witnessing the hope in Elma’s eyes, Sophie reassured her, “If that’s the case, it’s a good thing. It seems like it’s only a matter of time before they reconcile.”

Elma responded with a hint of pride, “You guys think I’m too young to understand, but I grasp it all. If there’s a hint of possibility for their reconciliation, I will find a way to bring them closer to each other.”

Sophie, amused, affectionately caressed Elma’s cheek.

“You’re quite the clever one. Who would underestimate you? Focus on your recovery first. Once you’re better, we can start to plan. For now, our mom stays here, and we are all here to keep you company.”

Elma’s smile brightened even more.

Perhaps buoyed by her cheerful spirits, despite her slight dizziness, Elma felt a surge of energy, and sleep eluded her. Elma clutched Sophie’s hand, her plea earnest.noveldrama

Uncover new worlds at g alnov els ;com

“Sophie, please stay. I sense tonight offers a unique chance. Will you assist me?”

Sophie firmly shook her head, her face stern.

“Is this opportunity really worth more than your health? I can’t assist you until you’re well.”

Elma’s face fell into a pout, her eyes flitting about, signaling the brink of a tantrum.

“If you don’t help me, then I won’t sleep, rest, or even take my medicine. Neither scolding nor hitting will change my mind.”

A headache began to form for Sophie. Elma was fundamentally a good child but immensely stubborn. Once Elma decided on something, not even Kallie could sway her.

Sophie still remembered how Elma had been adamant about performing on stage last year. The performance itself was not the problem, but it involved wearing lightweight clothing in the cold.

Everyone was aware that Elma’s health was more fragile than that of other children, and they treated her with meticulous care. Kallie, infuriated by the situation, had struck Elma lightly, more to frighten her than to hurt.

Yet, Elma had retreated to her room, crying through the afternoon and skipping dinner.

.

.

.