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.

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 here

dark

so rare, made Jessica's heart stutter

of concern from

she found it all a

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

was done with

away from

passively

She was leaving him.

he wanted Sheila to be

to him, her gestures clear: "Timothy, I've

work with

clear-Ines was waiting for

Sheila would

go, not when he wanted that place

her health, there was no way she could

gave her leverage to negotiate their

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

always thought being Mrs. Lawson

outside, but within

clear: Jessica needed a real opportunity to prove

would

they saw what

want to work, then do

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