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.

was no reason to stay and endure the

saw her heading for the door,

"Jessica!"

slow down. She walked into the living room, grabbed the handle of her suitcase,

turned from pale to purple

to warn her out of kindness,

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

Fuming, Phelps stormed off.

of nerves. After turning things over in her mind,

a charity auction with Sheila

flash on his phone, he declined the call without

be to report that his wife had been

had no intention of

around him and Henry; she would never truly

an orphan with no real skills-where could she

charity gala

He'd done his homework.

particular item up for auction that Sheila had been eyeing for

what, he was determined to

proceeded in an orderly

his phone, uninterested in the items so far. He hadn't raised his bidding paddle yet; the

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