Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1112:

Calvin’s heart missed a beat.

As the camera swung back, Lacey’s face had resumed its usual composure, as though Calvin’s glimpse into her true feelings had been mere illusion.

However, Calvin understood all too well that the more ordinary things seemed, the stranger they truly were. Unable to voice his concerns outright, he opted for a more discreet approach, remarking, “It seems like you were high up in the mountains.

“Mom, you ought to tread carefully. Even if the locals seem friendly, a little caution goes a long way.”

Kallie chuckled, her amusement evident.

“What’s getting you so worried all of a sudden? Relax, we’ll be back before you know it. Don’t stress yourself out over it.”

Calvin’s lips tightened into a thin line, his expression solemn, signaling his ongoing urge to convince Kallie of the potential dangers.

Surprisingly, Jake glanced at Calvin on the screen and, with an uncommon nod of approval, supported his caution.

“Calvin’s right. It’s smart to stay alert while traveling. Even with companions, it’s best not to let our guard down.”

Kallie, taken aback by Jake’s unexpected agreement, nodded in acknowledgment.

It was rare for Calvin to earn Jake’s endorsement, and this rare moment gave Calvin a mixed feeling of validation and unease, prompting a subdued snort from him.

Just as Calvin was about to end the call, Lacey’s voice emerged from behind them.

“Mr. Reeves, there’s no need for concern. Though I’ve only lived at my mentor’s place briefly, I’ve grown quite acquainted with the villagers. They are warm-hearted, straightforward farmers, sincere and humble, harboring no bad intentions. Furthermore, my mentor is greatly respected here. Relying on both my and my mentor’s reputations, I assure you, the villagers will welcome all of us warmly.”

Lacey’s words rang with apparent sincerity, as if she truly meant them.

Jake simply offered a nonchalant “okay,” obviously not taking Lacey’s explanations to heart.

Lacey, her lip caught between her teeth in mild frustration, still mustered a smile at Kallie.

“Miss Nixon, do you still harbor doubts or fears?”

Kallie was puzzled by Lacey’s sudden focus on her but responded with courteous confusion.

“Not at all. I just hope they are as welcoming as you describe. If Elma’s condition can be healed here, we’ll not only compensate your mentor handsomely but also extend our support to the villagers.” This gesture was primarily for Elma’s benefit.

Yet, Lacey’s face clouded over at these words. She tilted her head up, her posture rigid with visible distaste, and declared, “While your support is appreciated, it’s unnecessary. My mentor places little value on wealth. You needn’t attempt to win him over with money. He isn’t driven by material gains. Why else had he stuck around in a place like this? In the past, my mentor had more lucrative offers, and over the years, numerous affluent families have tried to entice him away. Yet, he chose to stay in the mountains, dedicated to aiding the ordinary people.”

Lacey’s portrayal clearly depicted her mentor as a model of selflessness. In contrast, it cast Kallie in a somewhat shallow light. Her use of “material gain” subtly criticized Kallie’s approach.

Kallie’s face fell at the implication. Yet, recalling that Elma’s well-being hinged on Lacey’s mentor, she clenched her jaw to remain silent.

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