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.

by his

was her own child, the one she'd brought into this world, raised from a

resents his mother, a mother

son.

heart softened,

her suitcase, changed, and hurried

call

The Gilded

Henry's room, but she froze in

scrubs, was cradling Henry, gently rocking him. "Don't cry, Henry. The

want... Mommy anymore. Miss Sheila, can you be my mommy instead..." Henry sobbed, tears

pale, even her lips losing

staggered back two steps, unable

ambulance siren echoed up

inside, heading straight

looked up, relief flooding her face. "Timothy, thank

Henry in

own injuries, quickly stepped forward, took Henry from her arms,

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