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.

her to her feet. His voice, usually so restrained, softened. "You need to take better care of yourself. The floor's

eyes were dark and deep, almost

in his voice, so rare, made

concern from

it all a

treat with the other he

she was done with the

pulled away

passively for things to

She was leaving him.

Sheila to be Ines's

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

work with my

mentor's offer was clear-Ines was waiting for

she accepted, Sheila would lose her

never let her go, not when

health, there was no way she

gave her leverage to

speak, was constantly belittled, and just needed a chance to

always thought being Mrs. Lawson

outside, but within the Lawson

just now made it painfully clear: Jessica

the family would never

was time they saw what

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