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.

so restrained, softened. "You need to take better care of yourself. The floor's cold,

eyes were dark and deep, almost

voice, so rare, made

a hint of concern from him could leave her

found it all a bitter

slap with one hand, a sweet treat with the other

was done

pulled away from his

waiting passively for

She was leaving him.

wanted Sheila to be Ines's

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

to work with my

clear-Ines was waiting

accepted, Sheila would lose her

go, not

with her health, there was no

gave her leverage to negotiate

said: Jessica couldn't speak, was constantly belittled, and

thought being Mrs. Lawson was

within the Lawson family, it wasn't nearly

painfully clear: Jessica needed a real opportunity to prove her

would never accept

they saw what she was truly

to work,

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