Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 974:

“I am a doctor!” she yelled, her voice echoing off the walls, seething with feigned indignation.

“How dare you level accusations at me without a shred of proof? I’m well aware that none of you can stand me and would love to see me ousted. If you have grievances, go whine to Jake. Don’t you dare insult my professionalism in this manner!”

With that, Lacey put on an exaggerated scowl and stomped away as if furious.

Calvin watched her receding figure, his eyes narrowing with deepened suspicion.

Elma, sensing the tension, tugged gently at Calvin’s sleeve.

“Let it go, Calvin. There’s no point in pursuing this quarrel,” she murmured, her voice a soothing balm.

“Despite her apparent disdain, she has been tending to my health lately. And look at me—I’m much better now. Plus, being our dad’s biological daughter shields me. She wouldn’t dare cross that line.”

Calvin shook his head disapprovingly and gently patted Elma’s head.

“You’re too trusting, Elma,” he warned, his voice tinged with concern.

“Lacey is more complex than she seems. I need to investigate her thoroughly.”

With a sense of urgency, Calvin quickly directed someone to gather the scattered remnants of the medicine from the floor so his trusted doctor could analyze them.

To everyone’s astonishment, the results showed nothing sinister—merely a blend of herbs that were actually enhancing Elma’s health.

Relief washed over Elma, and her face lit up with a bright smile as she latched onto Calvin’s arm.

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“See, Calvin? I knew Lacey wouldn’t risk harming me. Let’s not drain ourselves suspecting her,” she declared with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Despite Elma’s optimism, Calvin’s skepticism didn’t wane. His expression was etched with concern as he quietly remarked, “There’s something off here.”

Calvin was haunted by the memory of Lacey’s overwrought reaction earlier that day, a nagging feeling telling him he had overlooked an important clue.

Elma observed the deep lines of worry on Calvin’s forehead with intrigued eyes. Suppressing a yawn, she stretched lazily.

“I’m overwhelmingly sleepy all of a sudden, Calvin. I think I’ll slip into a nap.”

A puzzled expression crossed Calvin’s face as he looked at her.

“A nap? You used to resist even the thought of daytime sleep.”

With another lazy yawn, Elma’s eyelids fluttered.

“True, but ever since arriving here, this herbal medicine leaves me perpetually drowsy. It’s just a harmless side effect,” she murmured, her voice softening.

Calvin’s expression darkened slightly, yet he restrained himself from further comment, merely advising Elma to retreat to her room for some rest.

To everyone’s astonishment, Elma slept through the afternoon, still lost in her dreams, even as the aromas of dinner began to waft through the home.

That evening, Jake made his way home from his corporate entanglements earlier than usual. Typically, with Elma away, he would linger endlessly at the office, immersing himself in work to fill the void.

This evening, however, as Jake entered, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Calvin poised calmly on the living room sofa. He paused, taken aback, yet chose to hold his tongue. Calvin, projecting an almost grown-up air, returned Jake’s stare intently.

A tense silence enveloped them, broken only when Jake, after entrusting his coat to a servant, settled into a chair across from Calvin and cleared his throat assertively.

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