Timothy's chiseled lips pressed into a hard, unforgiving line.

He didn't answer Henry for a long moment.

"Dad, are you still there?"

Timothy's tone was stern. "Copy *A Mother's Love* one hundred times. I'll check it when I get home tonight, and I won't tolerate a single one missing."

"Dad!"

Timothy hung up without hesitation.

From the moment Henry was born, Jessica had cared for him herself, attentive to every detail.

She sat at his bedside when he was sick.

Bundled him up in blankets when he was cold.

Cooked comforting meals when he was hungry.

And yet, Henry showed not a trace of gratitude for his mother's love.

If Jessica ever found out, how heartbroken she'd be.

A pang of guilt struck Timothy for how he'd just spoken to her.

He turned back into the room.

Jessica was sitting on the floor, knees drawn up.

strode over and reached down, gently helping her to her feet. His voice, usually so restrained, softened. "You need to take

eyes were dark and deep, almost

voice, so rare, made Jessica's heart stutter

a hint of concern from him could leave her elated

she found it all a bitter

one hand, a sweet treat with the other he always kept

she was done

pulled away

finished waiting passively for things

She was leaving him.

he wanted Sheila to be Ines's

signed to him, her gestures clear: "Timothy, I've changed my mind.

to work with my

was clear-Ines was waiting for

accepted, Sheila would lose her

never let her go, not

her health, there was no way she

gave her leverage to

speak, was constantly

being

the world outside, but within the

attitude just now made it painfully clear: Jessica needed a

would

they saw what she

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