Timothy had decided to marry her, and every single member of the Lawson family was against it.

In the end, it was Phelps who made the final call, silencing the rest of the family.

Still, Jessica knew perfectly well that even if everyone opposed him, Timothy wouldn't care in the least.

Seven years ago, she could feel it-his determination to marry her was unwavering.

And so, for seven long years, she'd lived in a waking dream.

Jessica lowered her gaze, lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

What was she supposed to do now?

When Timothy set his mind to something, who could possibly stop him?

Her silence seemed to grate on Phelps, who slammed his cane against the floor in frustration.

"You're mute, not deaf!" he snapped.

Jessica lifted her eyes, rimmed faintly pink.

The only person in the Lawson family who'd ever shown her a shred of courtesy had now turned on her too.

She turned away.

a dying woman-there was no reason to stay

for the door, he struggled to his

"Jessica!"

grabbed the handle of her suitcase, and left The Gilded Whisper

pale

come to warn her out of kindness, and she had the nerve to

didn't want the title anymore, he'd find someone

Fuming, Phelps stormed off.

was a bundle of nerves. After turning things

that moment, Timothy was attending a charity auction with

Mabel's name flash on his phone, he

could only be to report that his wife had been missing for hours and ask if they

had no intention

around him and Henry; she would never

with no real skills-where could she possibly go

charity gala

He'd done his homework.

a particular item up for auction that Sheila had been eyeing for

he was determined to win

proceeded in

in the items so far. He hadn't raised his bidding paddle yet; the piece he

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