My Mute Wife

It was dark by the time Patrick returned.

“Sister, grandma is fine.”

He hurriedly told Lexie about this as soon as he entered the house, “Grandma was picked up at the same time you came back yesterday and is still living in the same place.”

Lexie sat at the table and froze before coming back to her senses.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

[It’s okay.]

“Sister, I followed your advice and told grandma that you were having a falling out with Alan and now you have to go home to settle down, so you can’t go see her these days, and grandma believed me and even made fish soup for me to send over to you.”

Said Patrick, placing the thermos on the table, “Here, it’s still hot.”

Lexie tugged at the corner of her mouth, looking reluctant.

[I don’t have much appetite, you can eat, I’m a little tired.

She put away her phone and left the restaurant.

Looking at Lexie’s back, Patrick’s heart was relieved.

“Joey, what’s wrong with my sister?”

Joey took a new set of cutlery out and shook his head, “I don’t know, it was fine just now.”

Patrick glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the remote control resting on the dining room table and thought about it.

Lexie didn’t come back out once she went back inside.

Joey came upstairs with the hot milk and knocked on the door for half a day without hearing any movement, “Ma’am, I’m coming in, huh?”

“Ah…”

The scream came from the second floor, and Patrick jumped up from the table in shock and rushed up like lightning.

Lexie sat on the carpet with blood underneath her.

“Sis!”

“Quick, call the gentleman.”

Joey was extremely quick to react, “This is a sign of miscarriage, if we don’t get to the hospital it will be too late.”

“Phone, where’s the phone?”

Patrick scrambled to find his phone, “I don’t have that son of a bitch’s number!”

“I do, I’ll do it, I’ll do it.”

On the other hand, Alan is having dinner with Edith.

“Alan, now everyone in J City knows we’re getting engaged, and my dad didn’t approve at first, but now he has nothing to say.”

Alan looked light, “Before uncle arranged for you to go abroad, now if you don’t go, what about the business there?”

“It’s okay, there’s no business there. The main thing is that there are some things that my father does not feel comfortable giving to others, so I have to go over once or twice a year, and it does not have to be abroad.”

“Yeah? Going this year too?”

“Hmm.”

“When exactly?”

Edith’s expression stalled slightly as she shot a glance at Alan, “Alan, why are you asking me this?”

Alan’s face did not change, “Didn’t you always say you wanted a proposal? Before we officially do the wedding and get married, I was afraid the time would crash.”

At that, Edith’s eyes glowed with joy, “Really?”

“Of course it’s true, whatever you like, I will satisfy, as long as you are happy.”

“Alan, you’re so good to me.”

Alan was about to ask something else when the sound of a vibration came from his pocket.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Howard, the wife is bleeding profusely, and I’m afraid the baby can’t be saved, where are you now, there’s no hospital around here.”

Alan’s eyes sank hard.

“What’s wrong?” Edith’s concerned voice came from across the room.

Alan snapped back, “It’s okay.”

“…”

“Hello? Mr. Howard–”

Joey shouted into the phone for half a day before he realized the phone had hung up.

Patrick held Lexie up, anxious and on fire, yelling, “What the hell did Alan say?”

“Sir hung up the phone.”

“What? That son of a bitch!”

In her arms, Lexie suddenly gained some awareness and grabbed Patrick’s sleeve.

“Lexie.”

[Kevin].

Her hand writes two words on Patrick’s hand.

“Kevin? Dr. Stewart?” reacted Patrick quickly, “I’ll call him right away.”

It was late at night.

Kevin first put down the matter at hand to come from the hospital, see Lexie hemorrhage after the appearance of all the blood, the heart are seized up.

“How did it get like this?”

“I don’t know, this …”

“Forget it, you all go out first, I’ll stop the bleeding.”

Kevin kicked both Joey and Patrick out and stopped Lexie’s bleeding in the room to disinfect her.

Hemostatic forceps and other medical devices collide with an icy sound.

Lexie grabbed Kevin’s hand, her lips pale, and buzzed twice but failed to make a sound.

Kevin reassured, “It’s okay, once the bleeding stops it will be fine, it’s okay.”

Lexie then let go of her hand, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes and dripping onto the pillow.

Alan talks about wanting this child, about wanting her to stay with him, about how he and Edith are just playing around, but at times like this, he still disappears without a trace.

Such a man is the father of his own child.

It was too late to put on the anesthetic, and the pain in the small of the back was bursting and soon numb.

Lexie’s mind was in a tizzy.

She couldn’t understand why she had come to this point.

Life has turned upside down, she fell into an abyss, no matter how to struggle to get out, but deeper and deeper.

The engine sounded in the yard.

Patrick was furious at the sight of Alan.

“You still know to come?”

No sooner had he stepped forward than the bodyguard stopped him.

Patrick struggled, “Let go of me, you dogs, what kind of skill is it to bully a pregnant woman?”

Alan simply ignored him and went straight upstairs.

Head-on, Kevin emerged from the bedroom with a sullen look.

“How is she doing?”

“Very bad.”

Kevin closed the door and frowned, “Complete bed rest is required, and if there is even the slightest bump again, there is a strong possibility that the baby will not stay.”

Alan’s eyebrows quivered fiercely.

“I don’t understand why you have to do this, for business, for all that money and power, you can hurt her so recklessly, make her back down again and again, do you know what this is called now?”

Kevin’s tone was sunken and powerful, “You’re engaged to Edith and you’re keeping her here, you’re forcing her to be a third party without any consideration for her feelings.”

According to what he knew about Lexie, it was more painful than killing her.

Self-esteem is all trampled underfoot, the moral condemnation hanging overhead, how can be at ease?

Alan said, “There’s something you don’t know, and I’ll explain it to her.”

“Yes, I don’t understand.”

Kevin carried the medicine box towards the stairs, “I don’t want to understand either, in a while I’m going abroad, you better find a personal caretaker to take care of her, otherwise you’ll regret it if something happens.”

At the sound of descending the stairs, Alan unscrewed the door handle.

The room is warm and dimly lit, Lexie is quietly resting on the bed, the carpet is still not cleaned blood, look shocking.

Alan’s gaze followed with a shudder.

Lexie seemed to be passed out and she didn’t respond at all when he came in.

Alan sat down on the edge of the bed, his large hand hanging in mid-air for a long time before it landed on her cheek.

If she hadn’t been Peter’s daughter, if she hadn’t been a member of the Mitchell family, perhaps they wouldn’t have come this far.