Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1471:

At the Fletcher family home, Beth descended the staircase from her room. She stretched languidly, scanning the room with a look of mild annoyance. “Where is Caitlin?”

A servant quickly responded, “She hasn’t woken up yet, Miss Fletcher. Should I wake her now?”

Beth sank into the plush sofa, a sly smile curling at the corners of her lips. “Of course. I said she should wake up whenever I do.”

The servant hurried away, disappearing upstairs to rouse Caitlin from her slumber.

When Caitlin was finally pulled from her bed, she had dark circles under her eyes and appeared tired and pale. Beth had been intentionally tormenting Caitlin, keeping her awake until five in the morning, only to rouse her early without mercy.

Since yesterday, Caitlin had barely slept more than five hours in total. She was exhausted, but there was nothing she could do. She understood all too well that if she refused Beth, it would only give Beth more ammunition to make her life even harder. Caitlin told herself to endure for a while longer, hoping that Beth would eventually grow bored and move on.

Beth looked at Caitlin, noticing how obediently she stood off to the side. A spark of malice flickered in her gaze.

“I washed a silk scarf a few days ago,” Beth remarked. “But the material is different from the usual ones. It’s worth millions. Why don’t you help me dry it, Caitlin?”

Drying a scarf seemed like a trivial task, but Caitlin couldn’t help but look at Beth in surprise. Had Beth decided to change her tactics today?

After a brief nod, Caitlin went to retrieve Beth’s scarf.

Just as Caitlin was about to hang the scarf up, Beth’s voice cut through the air, halting her. “Do you think you can just hang it up like that? What if the sun fades it? Could you even afford to replace it?”

Caitlin clenched her teeth, seething inside. She knew it. Beth was never as kind as she pretended to be.

Taking a steadying breath, Caitlin suggested, “Why don’t I help you dry it in the dryer instead?”noveldrama

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“No.” Beth propped her chin on her hand, a slow, deliberate smile curling on her lips. “The salesperson said it needs to air-dry. Why don’t you take it outside and run a few laps with it? That way, it’ll dry without soaking up too much sunlight.”

Caitlin’s face drained of color. Although the scarf would dry faster, it was quite large. Running with it draped over her arms would take forever.

Beth’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “And don’t even think about stopping, or I’ll know you’re not sincere. Go on. I’ll be watching. If you slack off, you’re finished. Actually, this is for your own good.”

Beth stepped closer, her cold eyes fixed on Caitlin as she reached out and traced a sharp nail along Caitlin’s cheek. “Look at you. You look so pale, like a delicate, sickly beauty. Maybe running a few laps will help improve your health and give you some color, hmm? If you think about it, you should be thanking me.”

Beth’s sharp nails grazed Caitlin’s face, sending a wave of disgust crawling up her spine. Caitlin had no choice but to lower her head and swallow her pride. “Thank you, Miss Fletcher.”

Beth’s mood visibly lifted as she waved her hand dismissively. “Then go quickly. Once the sun gets hot, you’ll really start to feel the heat.”

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