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.

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,

dark and deep,

rare, made Jessica's heart stutter in

past, just a hint of concern from him could leave her

it all a bitter

treat

she was done

away from his

was finished waiting passively for things

She was leaving him.

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

her gestures clear: "Timothy, I've

work

clear-Ines was

Sheila would lose her

never let her go, not

her health, there was no way she could

gave her leverage to

Jessica couldn't speak, was constantly belittled, and just needed a

always thought being Mrs.

within the Lawson

now made it painfully clear: Jessica needed a real opportunity to prove her

would never accept

time they saw what she was truly capable

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