Timothy strode over, looming above Jessica with a cold, disdainful glare.

"Don't think pretending to be sick means I'll let you off the hook," he snapped.

Jessica frowned slightly. One hand was hooked up to an IV, so instead of signing, she typed her response on her phone and held it up for him to read.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

What responsibility did she have? She hadn't done anything wrong.

"When we got our marriage certificate, wasn't the deal to keep it secret? I thought we were on the same page. So why, of all times, did you have to make our marriage public now, hmm?"

On the same page? Jessica almost laughed in disbelief.

What woman marries the man she loves and doesn't want anyone to know about it? Keeping it secret was his decision, not hers.

She typed again: "I already explained this morning when I left the hospital. I keep my promises don't go blaming me for things I haven't done."

He sneered. "Are you really going to keep denying it? I checked the security footage. Two days ago, my father visited The Gilded Whisper Estates. I asked the house staff, and you were home that day."

Jessica still had no clue what Timothy was talking about.

and showed him.

didn't bother arguing further. His voice was icy. "If

flashed like knives as he shot her one last glare, then

Jessica was left bewildered.

marriage, and she certainly hadn't

few minutes later, Mabel

had lost her appetite. Only after Mabel gently

that Mabel head back to her chores. Mabel, the housekeeper, still had plenty to do, and

Gilded Whisper Estates to change clothes—she was still

barely finished getting dressed when there was a

answered. Two people

this Mr. Timothy

nodded. "Yes. And

to deliver a painting

two carried a large, framed painting into

piece Ines had exhibited at the gallery-the one Jessica had given her as a

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