Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1121:

As the masked man gazed upon Lacey’s chaotic condition, a wicked grin spread across his face. He erupted into a derisive, bitter laugh, taunting Jake mercilessly.

“Look at us! I guess I won’t be wandering the shadows of the afterlife by myself!”

The masked man shot a piercing look at Jake, his smirk laden with malevolence.

“You think you’re clever, but I’ve been alone in this world far longer than you know. Prepare yourself for the storm that’s coming.” The masked man paused, his eyes narrowing.

“If you have any hope of saving her, you’d better satisfy Mr. Morgan’s demands. It’s your move now.”

With a defiant glare, the masked man consumed the poison, sealing his own fate.

The poison the masked man ingested was mercilessly quick, sending him to the floor in violent convulsions almost immediately.noveldrama

Lacey, shocked by his rapid decline, frantically checked her own pulse. Her heart raced as panic clouded her judgment, rendering her helpless. In a desperate, tearful heap, she too succumbed to the floor, overwhelmed.

Jake watched the tragic scene unfold, his heart heavy with regret. He cursed under his breath, angry at the cruel twist of fate. Lacey’s impulsive actions had doomed her, a mistake that sealed her fate.

Lacey, indifferent to everything else, dashed toward Jake, grabbing at his clothes in desperation. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she looked up at him, the image of vulnerability.

“Mr. Reeves, I don’t want to die. Please, help me. Elma needs me to treat her. Oh, no! I can already feel my health failing. You have to help me!” she pleaded through sobs.

Jake inhaled sharply, his gaze dropping to where Lacey’s fingers clung to him.

“Release your grip first and then we can think about what to do next.”

But Lacey, shaking her head, her voice a mix of fear and resolve, implored, “You must promise to save me, Mr. Reeves. If you don’t commit, I’d rather end things on my own terms than endure this torment.”

Jake attempted to soothe her.

“Don’t worry, we’re at the hospital now. I’ll make sure someone sees you immediately. Let’s consult a doctor first.”

However, Lacey’s eyes, consumed by despair, met his as her voice shook.

“And if the doctor can’t help? Will you just abandon me?” Jake’s momentary hesitation spoke volumes, and Lacey’s heart sank.

She remembered the masked man’s words—that Jake needed to comply with Clayton’s demands to obtain the antidote. What else could Clayton desire but Kallie? It was clear Clayton aimed for Jake to choose between saving her or Kallie. She didn’t need to think to know Jake would choose Kallie over her.

Teeth clenched, Lacey resolved to press harder.

“If you disregard my life, Mr. Reeves, I’ll keep my mentor’s location a secret. Without that information, I fear for what might become of Elma.”

Upon hearing this, Jake’s face twisted into a scowl.

“Are you threatening me?” he demanded, his voice sharp.

Lacey averted her gaze, her head bowed, unable to look at him. Her voice was a mix of sobs and bitterness as she said, “I have no choice, Mr. Reeves. I’m just trying to survive. I got pulled into this against my will. Believe me, if I had any other option, I wouldn’t have chosen this path.”

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