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.

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

eyes were dark and deep, almost

voice, so rare, made

concern from him could leave her elated

she found it

slap with one hand, a sweet treat with the other

was done with the

away from his

passively

She was leaving him.

to be

gestures clear:

work with

clear-Ines was waiting for

Sheila would lose her

never let her go, not

was no way she could

leverage to

Jessica couldn't speak, was constantly belittled, and

always thought being Mrs. Lawson

world outside, but within the

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

the family would never accept

time they saw what she was

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