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.

typed another message and showed him. "I told you, I didn't announce our

was icy.

like knives as he shot her one last glare, then slammed the

Jessica was left bewildered.

she certainly hadn't done anything to Sheila. Why was

minutes later, Mabel

her appetite. Only after Mabel gently coaxed her did she manage to eat a

housekeeper, still had plenty to do, and once she confirmed Jessica was alright,

a taxi back to The Gilded Whisper Estates

when there was

Two people

is this Mr. Timothy

"Yes. And

to deliver a

them in. The two carried a large, framed painting

had exhibited at the gallery-the one Jessica had given her

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