His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 9: Crippling Your Hands

After coldly tossing out a threatening remark, Ethan Sinclair turned his focus back to the documents.

But Kiana Sutton, upon hearing Ethan’s words, felt a crushing sadness.

All of a sudden...it was as if she realized something, and a hint of joy lit up her eyes.

Just now... did Ethan go to her hospital room? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

He saw the male doctor in her room, and got jealous?

Very quickly, Kiana shook her head. Ethan doesn’t even like her, why would he get jealous?

Yet, once the thought appeared, Kiana couldn’t help spiraling into more wild guesses.

After hesitating a long time, Kiana reached out with her finger and gave Ethan’s arm a gentle poke.

Ethan snapped his gaze toward her, brows knitted tightly, his face full of impatience.

Kiana was a bit afraid, but still forced herself to explain, "The doctor is just a doctor."

Every time Kiana tried to communicate with someone, those doe eyes of hers would stare unblinkingly, as if afraid the other wouldn’t understand what she was signing.

Ethan’s heart skipped a beat under her gaze. An inexplicable irritation stirred inside him; his recently softened expression turned cold and icy once more. "Is this how you seduce people?"

Kiana panicked and waved her hands, but the next second, her fair and delicate little hand was seized by Ethan.

Ethan’s deep eyes stared at her slender jade-like fingers, the corners of his lips curving into a malicious, almost bloodthirsty smile. "You’re a mute, all you can do is talk with your hands. What if I destroy these hands of yours, then you..."

Before Ethan could finish, Kiana jerked like a startled bird, swiftly yanking her hand back and hiding it behind her.

She even edged closer to the car door, putting as much distance between herself and Ethan as possible, as if he were some kind of monster at that very moment.

Ethan’s face darkened further, his mood absolutely foul.

Luckily, at that moment, the Sinclair Estate had arrived.

As soon as Connor Grant opened the car door, Kiana hurried out of the car.

Ethan watched as Kiana dashed off like an even faster rabbit, giving a cold snort. So where did her courage go when she climbed into his bed back then?

The Sinclair Matriarch, having learned Ethan and Kiana were coming, had the servants prepare a lavish feast.

The moment she saw Kiana, the Matriarch rushed up joyfully, "Oh my precious granddaughter-in-law Kiana, are you alright?"

Her hair was completely white now, but her spirit was vigorous. She wore rimless glasses with silver chains and had a kind, gentle face.

The Matriarch gave Kiana a thorough once-over, then Kiana smiled at the old lady, signing: "Grandma, I’m very well."

When Ethan entered and saw her hands, Kiana immediately remembered his earlier threat to ruin them, and quickly hid her hands behind her back again.

The Matriarch, a shrewd judge of people, caught this in an instant, and slapped Ethan several times, flaring, "You little brat! I entrusted Kiana to you—is this how you care for her? Letting the maids bully her, letting her fall sick into the hospital! And did you really threaten her to stop using sign language?"

Before Ethan could speak, Kiana instinctively wanted to defend him: "It’s not like that..."

But before she could finish signing, Ethan’s voice cut coldly across, "In your eyes she’s more important than your own grandson. How would I dare bully her?"

The Matriarch knew her grandson well. Seeing Ethan act this way, she realized he was still holding a grudge about being forced to marry Kiana three years ago.

"Hmph, as long as you know!"

The Matriarch no longer bothered with Ethan, instead holding Kiana’s hand warmly, "Kiana, I asked the cook to make all your favorite dishes. You’re far too thin, sweetheart, you must eat well and build your strength."

Kiana knew—Grandma was different from Ethan.

Grandma encouraged her to eat well not because of her blood, but because she truly cared, she truly loved her.

A happy smile bloomed on Kiana’s face as she followed Grandma to her seat.

At the table, the Matriarch enthusiastically served Kiana food, and Kiana happily interacted with her. Meanwhile, Ethan, the Sinclair family head, was completely ignored by the two women.

After dinner, the Matriarch pulled Kiana onto the couch to watch TV. On screen was a drama with a powerful female lead starring Zoe Xavier. Kiana had met Zoe once, on the day she married Ethan.

Best Actress Zoe Xavier was Ethan’s biological mother, a formidable woman in the entertainment world and a recognized master of the craft.

Upon seeing Zoe on TV, the Matriarch snorted, "A woman over fifty and still running off to film every day. What’s the point of earning so much? Wouldn’t it be better to just enjoy life?"

Kiana knew the Matriarch truly cared about her daughter-in-law. Back then, when Ethan’s father, Howard Sinclair, insisted on divorcing Zoe Xavier, the Matriarch drove her own son out with nothing, choosing instead to keep her grandson and granddaughter-in-law in the family.

In the Sinclair Family, the Matriarch’s word was law, even Ethan had to obey her.

Kiana smiled and signed, "It’s not about money. Mom just loves acting. That’s her career and her dream. She finds joy and fulfillment in it."

The Matriarch fondly patted Kiana on the head. "My Kiana is such a good girl."

Then, as if remembering something, she sighed. "Kiana, are you truly happy being married to that brat Ethan?"

Kiana glanced over—Ethan was on the balcony, talking on the phone—so she smiled and signed to the Matriarch, "As long as I can be with him, I’m happy."

Noticing the Matriarch’s gaze full of heartache, Kiana’s smile grew even brighter, wanting to soothe her. "Grandma, I really am fine. And thank you—if it weren’t for you, I probably would’ve never had the chance to marry him in this life."

"Good child, you’ve suffered."

Kiana quickly shook her head. She didn’t feel it was suffering at all. Compared to loving someone she couldn’t have, marrying Ethan already made her luckier than most.

The Matriarch, seeing no emotional progress in Ethan and Kiana’s marriage after three years, grew impatient and resolved to help them along.

After Ethan came back from his call, the Matriarch looked right at him and said, "Ethan, you and Kiana will stay here tonight. The room is already prepared."

At these words, Ethan’s brows furrowed tightly.

Kiana noticed and was about to sign something, but the Matriarch’s authoritative voice rang out again. "What? My place not good enough for you?"

At that, Kiana didn’t dare move again.

The Matriarch’s sharp, shrewd eyes shot toward Ethan, her expression making it clear—if he dared say no, she’d mete out the family’s harshest discipline.

The Matriarch was old now; Ethan didn’t want to upset her over something so trivial. With eyes as dark as ink, he glanced indifferently at Kiana, lips curving in a faint sneer. "Alright."

Only then did the Matriarch nod in satisfaction. "Kiana, go bathe and rest. Ethan and I have a few things to discuss."

Just then, a servant approached Kiana respectfully: "Young Madam, please come with me."

Kiana nodded, glancing back with every step as she followed the servant to the room.

Watching Kiana’s figure disappear around the corner, the Matriarch gestured for Ethan to sit on the sofa, then slowly began, "I know you’re still angry at me for making you marry Kiana back then. But have you ever thought about why I made that choice?"