My Mute Wife

Nightfall.

At the table of the southern suburban villa, the maid served the last dish and retreated to the side to wait.

Lexie kept her head down and a half bowl of rice quickly went down by half.

Alan gave her a look, put a piece of roast pork into her bowl and said quietly, “Eat slowly, what’s the hurry?”

Lexie clutched her chopsticks and looked at the bowl of sugar-covered roast pork, suddenly her stomach turned inside out and she covered her mouth and ran quickly to the bathroom, vomiting.

Alan’s face took a sharp turn for the worse.

“The chopsticks were slapped on the table with a snap.

Lexie cried out in pain as a tearing pain struck her scalp.

Alan grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look at himself, “Is the food I serve you so disgusting? Is eating with me so hard for you to swallow?”

“Ah!”

Lexie struggled desperately, a face turned red.

Alan grabbed her by the collar and dragged her to the table, putting a whole plate of roast pork in front of her, “Eat, finish this plate for me!”

Lexie clenched her teeth in a deadly grip and didn’t say a word.

“Is this what you want me to feed you?”

Her face turned white as she gripped her chopsticks and picked up the meat, shoving it into her mouth piece by piece.

Those greasy taste rushed to the top of the head, several times is forced to hold back not to throw up.

The sulk on Alan’s face had not yet dissipated, and the fire in his heart was growing as he watched Lexie stubbornly finish the entire plate when she clearly couldn’t eat it.

“Don’t eat it!”

As if Lexie hadn’t heard, she mechanically stuffed her mouth with roast pork.

“I said for you to stop eating!”

Alan snapped up the dinner plate.

“Clang”, the white porcelain plate fell on the floor tiles, fell in half at the same time, the uneaten meat and broth splashed everywhere.

Lexie covered her mouth, trying to suppress the nausea in her throat, but the moment the acid came up, the nasal cavity was also rushing the smell of people, ‘wow’, all threw up.

The smell of vomit washed over her and, unable to contain it, she uncontrollably vomited up what she had just eaten.

Alan was furious and grabbed the tablecloth and turned over all those meals on the table.

With a loud ‘clatter’ sound, he turned to leave.

Alan left before the maid rushed forward, “Madam!”

“Are you all right, ma’am?”

Lexie threw up so much she could barely stand up straight and waved her hands feebly, indicating she was fine.

“I’ll go get you a glass of water while you rest.”

As soon as the maid left, she slid to the floor holding the chair, as if she had been drained of all her strength, her nose sore and tears slipping down.

She wondered how long she would have to live like this, being treated like a puppet on a string.

Do we have to spend the rest of our lives facing Alan and tormenting each other forever?

The maid made her a glass of honey water.

“Ma’am, come and drink some water.”

“I’ll clean up the place and re-prepare some dinner for you.”

[No, I don’t want to eat.]

Lexie put down the cup and gathered the pajamas on her body, [Help me to rest, I’m tired].

For several days in a row, Alan never came back.

After the morning meeting, Jack delivers two documents to be signed.

Alan signed the papers and handed them over, asking, “How has she been for the past two days?”

“Rose said that Mrs. has been eating normally every day for the past two days, her injuries have healed a bit, and she even came out and walked around the yard today.”

A sulk floated in Alan’s eyes.

Sure enough, as long as she’s not there, she’s living a comfortable life!

“Madam, have some ginseng soup.”

[Thanks Rose.]

Lexie is draped in clothes and reading a book on the couch when Rose comes over with a small pot of stew.

She has been sickly for the past few days, and Rose has been busy taking care of her, letting her eat and drink whenever she has the chance, so she has recovered better.

“What’s the point of thanking me? These ginsengs are all from Jack, and those tonic products, they’ve been coming home for the past two days, so if you don’t eat them, they’ll all go to waste.”

Lexie sipped her soup and out of the corner of her eye glanced over to a corner of the living room where Jack had just dropped off a large pile of stuff.

These days although Alan has not returned, but the house has not been broken, Jack every morning early in the morning with a trip to carry a large bag of things.

She doesn’t talk to him, but it’s all in her eyes.

“Rose, it’s been a hard two days for you.”

“It’s not hard, it should be,” Rose pointed to the kitchen, “There’s still ginseng soup in the kitchen, Jack you haven’t had lunch yet, have some too, I’ll go and serve it to you.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“Don’t bother.”

Even though Jack said no, Rose went anyway.

Lexie puts the ginseng soup back on the table and lowers her head to flip through the book.

Jack saw it and hesitated, “Ma’am, Mr. Howard didn’t come back these two days because he was afraid you wouldn’t be able to eat when you saw him, in fact, he always cared about you.”

Lexie snorted coldly.

For the past six months, Alan’s actions have long made her physically and mentally exhausted.

Myles’ death, Grandma’s death, which one of them was not caused by him?

Now what do you want to do under the guise of caring for yourself?

[He’s not caring for me, he’s possessive.

For Alan, himself is a toy, he bought from Peter’s hands, even if this toy he does not feel, simply do not like, but since he bought, is an item that belongs to him, even if it is destroyed will not let others touch her.

“Ma’am, it’s not like that.”

Jack didn’t know how to explain, “Are you still resenting Mr. Howard because of what happened to Grandma?”

[Shouldn’t I hate him?

Lexie looked coldly at Jack, [If it’s your loved one, can you do the same as if nothing happened?

“But Mr. Howard is not not want to save the grandmother, the first time the accident, he has let people withdraw the bid …”

Lexie was stunned.

Alan had the bid withdrawn?

[But he called the police! If he hadn’t called the police, grandma wouldn’t have died at all.]

“Call the police?” Jack looked at her in surprise, “Who told you it was Mr. Howard who called the police?”

“The kidnappers suddenly asked for a box of gold bars, and Mr. Howard said he would pay with one hand and deliver with the other, and he went to do the deal himself, all by himself, without even me!”

Lexie sat up straight, incredulous.

[Impossible, how could that grandma?

“Didn’t the doctor tell you? Grandmother’s old injury recurred and she died the day after she was taken away by the kidnappers, it was the kidnappers who wanted more money, so they kept circling us!”

Lexie’s face instantly went white.

No way!

How can this be?

Her hands trembled violently as she gripped the pages of the book.

“Sting”, the pages of the book was torn open, she looked blankly at the book on her knees, bean-sized tears fell on the book, to achieve blurred, can not see what is written on it.

Alan is trying to save grandma?

Jack sighed, “the police arrived later, he went to the deal alone, if not for the police arrived in time, almost accident, you do not even know how urgent the situation was! The man behind the scenes also called the police himself, is deliberately will Mr. Howard to death.”

Jack’s voice was clear in her ears, shattering all of Lexie’s certainty these days, even as her resentment of Alan seemed ridiculous.

The truth is the exact opposite of what she thinks it is.

“You tell me, who killed my grandma?”

“Madam, I don’t care if you believe it or not, but this is the truth. This is the evidence I found out, you will know who did it when you read it, please be prepared to read it again. And please don’t be angry with Mr. Howard, he has been living in the company and investigating this matter, he has lost a lot of weight.”

After Jack left, Lexie was alone, staring at the information in her hands.

She didn’t understand what Jack meant by “need to be mentally prepared to see”, but there was definitely a truth she couldn’t accept.

But no matter how unacceptable the truth is, she will eventually have to know it and muster up the courage to open it.

Ryoko, carrying a dagger, she stepped into the bathtub …