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.

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

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