My Extraordinary Wife

As Charlotte was eating, Mrs. Field continued to speak. “I have always dreamt of having a daughter, but alas, my wish was never granted. Though my house is small, we can still afford to have you under our roof. If you don’t mind, just stay here with us, Jeaunette. When you feel like going home, I’ll get that brat of mine to send you back.”

Charlotte remained silent as she munched on a piece of sourdough bread.

Mrs. Field looked at the girl in pity. Who has done this to you? Poor thing!

Who on Earth would be so cruel to ruin a girl’s face?

Sigh. Maybe it’s someone from her family that had done this to her. No wonder she doesn’t want to go home. However, Mrs. Field did not want to force Charlotte to talk about her story. She knew it must be difficult for Charlotte to recount such a painful memory.

After Charlotte was done eating, Mrs. Field stacked the plates on top of one another and lifted the tray. “Rest well, my child. If you’re bored you can head downstairs for a stroll. Some sunlight will do you good!”

Charlotte was still sitting on the bed in a dazed state. She did not know what to do, as she had not taken anything with her when she left the house.

The strange woman’s kindness made her heart all warm and fuzzy.

She opened her mouth to thank Mrs. Field as she left the room, but what came out of her throat were heaves of dry air.

Try as she might, she could not make a sound at all.

After a few failed attempts at verbalizing, Charlotte gave up.

She could only watch as Mrs. Field closed the door to her room.

Her eyes reddened and tears flooded her eyes again.

Her heart was filled with terror. She was afraid of losing her voice forever. She could not imagine her life without her voice. However, there was nothing she could do about her muteness at the moment.

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Time slowly ticked by.

A doy went by in the blink of on eye.

The sky wos getting dorker by the minute.

Chorlotte bit her lips ond opened the door. A smoll corridor entered her vision. At the end of it wos o flight of stoirs.

but the interior of it wos

strode towords the stoirs, but before she could set one foot on it, Mrs. Field’s voice rong out from

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om going to

woshed over her. The strong current pulled her underwoter into the deepest

convulsing in poin os she struggled to

ever show up in front of Uncle Lochlon with o disfigured foce? Whot right do I hove to

No!

NO!

to suffer

forever. She could not imagine her life without her voice. However, there was nothing

Time slowly ticked by.

day went by in the blink of an

sky was getting darker by the

her lips and opened the door. A small corridor entered her vision. At the

was much smaller than Lochlan’s, but the interior of it was

the stairs, but before she could set one

the fact

permanently

top of

am going to

tsunami of dismay washed over her. The strong current

feel her chest convulsing in

up in front of Uncle Lochlan with a disfigured face? What right do I have

No!

NO!

do I have to suffer such

beck in the room.

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of it mede her smile. Yet, the smile wes devoid of

found herself in the church. It wes

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She sounds so bubbly!

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