But then the memory of Henry's rejection flashed in her mind...

She abruptly pulled her hand away from Timothy's grasp.

Timothy's expression darkened, his voice icy. "You need to stop this, Jessica. Henry is sick, he's calling for his mom—are you just going to abandon your own son?"

Jessica stood motionless, unmoved.

Timothy raised a trembling finger at her, frustration etched on his face, but in the end, his hand dropped helplessly to his side.

He picked up his phone and started a video call with Mabel.

Mabel answered, the camera pointed right at Henry.

She was gently wiping Henry's forehead with a warm towel as he lay there, eyes squeezed shut in discomfort, his weak little voice calling out, "Mommy... Mommy..."

Jessica heard Henry's soft, desperate plea and her hands clenched into fists.

"Sir, I've already called an ambulance. You and your wife should hurry back," Mabel said.

"Mommy..."

Jessica nearly broke down in tears. She didn't have to see him to know just how miserable Henry was feeling right now.

Toddlers have such fragile immune systems—before the age of three, they always seem to catch fevers.

his side day and night, tending to

into this world, raised from a tiny,

resents his mother,

son.

heart softened,

quickly pulled fresh clothes from her suitcase, changed, and

ended the call and

The

room, but she froze

Henry, gently rocking him.

you be my

face went ghostly pale, even her lips losing

staggered back two steps, unable to control

an ambulance siren echoed up

inside, heading straight

her face. "Timothy, thank

gathered Henry in

Sheila's own injuries, quickly stepped forward, took Henry from her arms, and

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