Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 965:

However, Jake persisted, “But she’s by herself back there, and in her current state, she might do something rash. If she snaps at you, just take it in stride. I’ll have a word with her later. Besides, as her doctor, it’s important you build a rapport with her. How else will she cooperate during her treatments? Driver, please pull over.”

The car came to a halt.

Jake remained silent, his gaze cold as it locked onto Lacey.

Without a word, Lacey realized she had no other option but to leave. Reluctance tugged at her heart. Just when she had the chance to be alone with Jake, it slipped through her fingers. Bitterness toward Elma simmered within her, yet she masked her emotions.

With a sigh of resignation, Lacey stepped out of the car. She barely had time to voice her disappointment before Jake gave a curt nod to the driver, and the car surged forward.

As Lacey watched the taillights fade, a headache blossomed, and she reluctantly headed toward the following car.

At that moment, the car window slid down, and Elma flashed a mischievous grin at Lacey.

That grin sent an icy chill slicing through Lacey. She reached for the door handle, only to find it stubbornly locked.

Darkness crossed Lacey’s features as she figured it out. Her teeth clenched in frustration as she issued a sharp threat.

“Elma, your dad entrusted me to keep an eye on you. If you don’t unlock this door, do you realize the trouble you’ll be in?”

Elma’s response was a breezy chuckle.

“Like I am scared!”

Elma’s face was set with defiance, her lips curling into a mocking smile.noveldrama

“Are you angry? Well, you should be. That’s exactly what you deserve for sneaking your way into my parents’ relationship,” she declared, her voice sharp with edge.

The chilly breeze swept through the street, and Lacey involuntarily shivered. She regretted dressing so lightly just to look polished. The cold gnawed at her, but Elma’s hostility stung even more.

Despite the anger simmering beneath her composure, Lacey knew she needed to tread carefully.

“Elma, you’ve got it all wrong,” she began, softening her tone with effort.

“Your parents were already separated before I came into the picture. I’m not some intruder ruining their lives. And let’s be fair. Your mom probably has admirers of her own, doesn’t she? I’m telling you the truth. I’m no homewrecker.”

Lacey’s voice grew more insistent as she gestured to the car.

“Please, let me in. I can explain everything if you just give me the chance. If you keep me out here, your dad is only going to get angrier. And trust me, you don’t want to see him when he’s mad, do you?”

Elma’s eyes sparkled with icy amusement, and she let out a cold laugh.

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