His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left Chapter 86: Might Get Divorced Any Day

After dinner, Kiana Sutton deliberately changed into a beautiful dress and put on a light touch of makeup.

She took a taxi to the prison hospital, went through multiple checks, and finally arrived at Gordon Sutton’s ward.

Along the way, Kiana was anxious, afraid that sothing might go wrong and shatter her hope of seeing Gordon Sutton.

So, when she saw Gordon Sutton, a flood of emotions—joy, excitent, grievance, sadness—all welled up inside her, and Kiana’s tears fell at once.

Gordon Sutton had lost a lot of weight. He used to have a slight belly, but now he was skin and bones, which made Kiana’s heart ache with sorrow.

"Kiana?"

When Gordon Sutton saw Kiana, he thought he was dreaming. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and before he could react, Kiana threw herself into his arms and held him tightly.

Dad...

Dad...

She scread silently, unable to stop her tears.

Once he really touched Kiana, Gordon Sutton’s tears fell, too. "Kiana, is it really you? How are you here?"

Kiana couldn’t bear to let go of Gordon Sutton. She craved and depended on this embrace.

Before, she was always afraid she’d never get to hug her dad again in this life, but it turned out fate had rcy on her.

Kiana’s shoulders shook with sobs—she couldn’t be more heartbroken. Gordon Sutton patted her back to comfort her like he did when she was a child, "Kiana, be good, don’t cry anymore, let Dad take a good look at you."

Only then did Kiana reluctantly let go. She hurried to wipe her tears, and through sobs, managed to show Gordon Sutton a smile.

Gordon, pained, stroked her cheek, a little emotional but also relieved, "My little Kiana is getting prettier and prettier. You must have a lot of boys pursuing you, right?"

Kiana’s body tensed slightly. Her father had never t Ethan Sinclair, and every ti she’d visited him, she’d never told him about her marriage to Ethan.

Mainly because her marriage with Ethan wasn’t completely upright, and Ethan didn’t love her at all—who knew when they might divorce. There was no need to tell Dad.

Besides, if Dad knew she was married, he’d definitely ask a bunch of questions. She didn’t want him to worry, and she didn’t want to weave lie after lie to fool him.

Kiana shook her head and pointed at her throat.

Gordon Sutton understood what she ant. Both heartbroken and serious, he said, "Kiana, not being able to speak has nothing to do with how good or outstanding you are. The person who truly loves you won’t stop loving you because you can’t talk. On the contrary, he’ll cherish and love you even more."

The image of Ethan Sinclair suddenly flashed in Kiana’s mind, a hint of sadness passing through her eyes.

"Kiana, don’t put yourself down just because you can’t speak. You’ve always been Dad’s pride."

Hearing Gordon Sutton comfort her, Kiana smiled and nodded. Then, rembering sothing, she quickly signed, "Dad, Joshua’s college entrance exams are in two days."

Gordon was surprised, "Joshua is already taking the college entrance exam?"

Kiana nodded.

"That’s right, it’s been three years. Joshua is already eighteen."

Thinking of this, Gordon felt a pang of sadness. "Kiana, I’m sorry. At the ti you and Joshua needed most, I..."

Kiana quickly waved her hand, "Joshua and I have never blad you."

But even so, how many three years does a person have in their lifeti? Gordon felt both regretful and upset.

"When Joshua was fifteen, he was rebellious and wouldn’t listen, always at the bottom of his class. Now, in a blink, he’s about to go to college. Can he pass the exam?"

When Joshua Sutton was a kid, he was naughty and playful, always leading a bunch of boys to ss with beehives and pull pranks. Everyone said he’d amount to nothing when he grew up.

However, for boys, maturity happens in an instant. After Gordon was arrested, Joshua seed to wake up overnight. He threw away all his toys and cut ties with those boys, focusing on his studies instead.

Though not as smart as Kiana, he was very hardworking. Others got up at six to study; he got up at five.

The pain and effort in that, no one else could know.

Heaven helps those who help themselves. From being dead last, he slowly climbed into the top fifty of the whole school.

He went from the "troublemaker" everyone talked about to a promising young man.

"Don’t worry, Dad. Joshua’s grades are very good. Even if he can’t get into a top university, he’ll definitely get into a good one."

"Really? That’s wonderful. I used to worry that if Joshua kept being a rascal, he wouldn’t be able to find a wife!"

Kiana couldn’t help but smile. "He’s tall and handso now—a lot of girls write him love letters."

"That rascal has so prospects, haha... By the way, how’s your mom doing?"

Three years after Gordon was imprisoned, Hannah Lowell had never visited him. Kiana didn’t want Gordon to know about all the bad things, so she smiled and signed, "She’s doing well, and also found a good job."

Gordon let out a heavy sigh. "It’s all my fault. Your mom married for so many years, and I never let her have a few good days."

"Dad, don’t say that. You’ve done everything you could and given her your very best."

After they got married, Hannah never worked—not only because she was lazy, but also because Gordon couldn’t bear to let her.

One person just kept taking, the other kept giving—which made their relationship highly unbalanced.

Hannah often scolded Gordon for being useless. Gordon loved Hannah and the kids, so he could only endure in silence.

Not wanting to bring up those upsetting things again, Kiana rembered sothing and quickly signed, "Dad, about what happened three years ago, have you rembered anything? For example, after you picked up the porcupine and put it in the trunk, did you see anyone suspicious? Or... after you got in the car, did you sll anything strange?"

Gordon shook his head. "Nothing odd in the car, but, recently, I vaguely rember when I was in a daze, I seed to be sitting in the passenger seat, and there was a very young boy driving my car. But I don’t know if it was a dream or real."

"What did that boy look like?"

"Can’t rember. Oh, right, there seed to be a scar by his eye."

Kiana suddenly thought of Quentin Sinclair. "Was the scar from the corner of his eye to his cheekbone?"

"I think so... You... How do you know?"

Gordon’s expression changed. "Kiana, have you been looking into what happened back then?"

Kiana nodded. "Dad, I believe you. I’ll find out the truth and clear your na."

"No, it’s too dangerous. If they find out..."

Kiana patted his hand, signing resolutely, "Dad, you’ve already spent three years in prison. I won’t let you waste another seven years. I want our family to be reunited as soon as possible!"

"But..."

"No buts. Don’t worry, I’ll keep myself safe."