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 better care of yourself. The floor's cold, and it's not good for you to sit

dark and deep,

in his voice, so rare, made Jessica's heart stutter in

just a hint of concern from him could leave her elated

found it all a

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

done

pulled away from

finished waiting passively

She was leaving him.

he wanted Sheila to be Ines's student so badly, then

her gestures clear:

to work with my

mentor's offer was clear-Ines

she accepted, Sheila would lose her

let her go, not when he

there was no way she could actually follow

her leverage to negotiate their

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

being Mrs.

world outside, but within the Lawson family, it wasn't nearly

attitude just now made it painfully clear: Jessica needed a

the family would

saw what she was

want to

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