My Mute Wife

Peter’s voice was low, but it fell on Lexie’s ears with a rumble.

What kind of person was Alan? Except for the vindictive sex on the wedding night, he looked at her with undisguised indifference, and Peter actually wanted her to carry his child?

This was a pipe dream.

[That’s impossible] Lexie shook her head.

Peter said without changing his face, “Nothing is impossible, as long as you put this inside his tea, and try a few more times, let him have it without finding it out, you will get pregnant in the end.”

Lexie was stunned.

Was that something a father would say to his daughter?

When she had first been taken back to the Mitchell family, she had had expectations for this father, longed for care from a father, but those expectations had all been dulled by the cold treatment day after day.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Even so, she had never thought that Peter would sell her to the Howard family as if she were a good, after all, she was his daughter.

[Dad, have you ever treated me as your daughter?] Lexie looked at Peter, trying to find a hint of warmth in his gaze.

“Of course you’re my daughter, you’re the eldest lady of the Mitchell family, so you should know that these are all your responsibilities. Lexie, as long as you give birth to Alan’s child, then the Howard family will all be yours! I’m doing this for your own good.”

Peter said his plans, the greed that could not be concealed in his eyes was like a pot of cold water, making Lexie’s heart completely cooled down.

[I can’t do it] Lexie refused.

Alan had already warned her, and she didn’t want to take the risk.

Peter’s face went grim, “You have to.”

Lexie wanted to say something else, but the voices of Edith and Alan came from outside.

Peter quickly shoved the paper bag into Lexie’s hand and pressed her hand, warning, “Don’t forget that your grandma is still lying in the hospital.”

The fatal weakness was in his hands, and even though Lexie was reluctant, she had to endure it.

“What are you talking about?” Alan’s voice rang out behind him.

Lexie’s back stiffened and she held the paper bag tightly and hid it in her sleeve.

“Nothing, Lexie hasn’t come back for a long time, just a little chat,” Peter straightened up and looked at Alan calmly, squeezing out a smile, “Lexie said she was well taken care of in the Howard family and was doing well.”

“Is that so?” Alan gave Lexie a meaningful look.

When she met his gaze, Lexie suddenly felt heart weak and blushed.

“My Dad and my sister haven’t seen each other for a long time, let them talk. Alan, let me show you upstairs,” Edith disliked the way Alan was paying attention to Lexie, pulling his arm and shaking it.

“No need, Lexie will take me.”

Hearing these words, Lexie’s expression stalled and she looked at Alan in surprise.

“Alan …,” Edith shook Alan’s hand.

“I said before I came that I wanted to see the place where Lexie lived before she got married,” Alan drew his arm out and his cold gaze turned to Lexie, “Right, Lexie?”

He called out ‘Lexie’, causing Lexie to shiver.

What the hell was Alan up to?

Looking at the figure of Alan and Lexie going upstairs, Edith stomped her feet in anger.

“Edith, sit down,” Peter’s face sank as he watched his daughter like this.

Alan was really a tough nut, and he did not know what tricks he had made his daughter, who was spoiled since childhood, so obsessed with him.

At this rate, it was going to have troubles.

Lexie led Alan into her bedroom.

It was hard to get sunlight into the room for it faced north.

Closing the door to the room, Lexie looked resctriced and pulled out the chair in front of the desk, letting Alan sit.

“Is this where you live?” Alan glanced at her with a complicated gaze.

Lexie nodded.

Alan frowned.

Rather than a girl’s bedroom, this was a shabby study, with a wall of bookcases filled with books, an outdated desk, and a folding single bed in the corner making up the entire room.

The Mitchell family was also a rich family, he had never thought that Peter would let his daughter live in such a place.

However, thinking that Peter could allow Lexie to marry into the Howard family, it was evident that this mute daughter indeed had little status in his heart.

Lexie looked at Alan uneasily, wondering what exactly he was going to do.

But Alan just stood in front of the bookshelf, casually drew a book out, and asked seemingly thoughtlessly, “What did Peter say to you?”

Lexie’s heart tightened and she shook her head cautiously.

“Didn’t say anything?” Alan lifted his head, his gaze extremely cold, “Then what is it in your hand?”

The moment these words fell, Lexie’s mind went blank at once, and she involuntarily took a step back, the paper bag she had been clutching in her palm almost drenched in sweat.

He saw it.

Alan did not approach, but the way he stood still was even more frightening, the pair of his unperturbed eyes seemed like abyss, as if she was about to fall.

After a long time of stalemate, Lexie finally stretched out her hand, her shoulders trembling slightly, and slowly spread her palm towards him.

It was her instinct to survive.

The door squeaked open with a sudden sound.

“Alan,” Edith pushed open the door, said with a sweet smile, “I’ll bring you some fruit.”

A faint trace of impatience flashed across Alan’s face as he said faintly, “Thank you.”

“You are welcome, just feel at home,” Edith came in with a plate, glancing coldly at Lexie as she walked past her, “Sister, do you want to go help in the kitchen? The maids don’t know what food Alan has to avoid.”

Lexie nodded and moved her foot, kicking the white paper bag that she had accidentally dropped earlier under the bed.

[Then I’ll go and help, you guys talk.]

The moment she closed the door to the room, Lexie only regained the feeling of breathing, the clothes on her back had long been drenched in cold sweat.

She could never drug Alan.

Through the door of the room, she heard the sound of Alan and Edith talking inside.

“How do you like the necklace?”

“I like it, for it is from you.”

“…”

“You studied pharmacology abroad, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s what my family does.”

“With the prescriptions of Mitchell Pharmaceutical Group, do you still need to go abroad for further study?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what my dad was thinking, with the patent on our family’s prescription, it’s perfectly sufficient to keep passing it on, so why bother learning from someone else’s stuff?”

“Oh? Then Edith, you should have seen your family prescription, right?”

“…”

Hearing the word ‘prescription’ coming from the door of the room, Lexie’s heart thumped and sank.

The reason for Alan suddenly accompanying her back to home and approaching Edith seemed to make sense to her.

The Mitchell family was a century-old pharmaceutical family, and the most valuable thing about the Mitchell Pharmaceutical Group was not the name of the Mitchell family, let alone Peter’s business talent, but the unknown herbal formulas.

Alan came for this.