The butler kept his head down, nervous they might blame him for not stopping Timothy.

Honestly, in a situation like this, what could he have done?

Vince understood. None of them had been around, and Timothy had brought in a specialist for Grandpa, trying to help. What could he really say?

Still, it bothered him. He muttered under his breath, "All for show."

By now, Larkin had drifted off to sleep and was out of immediate danger. They could finally breathe a little easier.

But Jessica still couldn't relax. She asked the butler which room Daisy was in. He gave her the number, and Jessica asked Vince to go with her.

As they reached the door, Jessica peeked through the small window. She saw Timothy carrying a basin of water out of the room. He wrung out a towel, folded it neatly, gently lifted the one from Daisy's forehead, and replaced it with the fresh

one.

Jessica paused, transfixed.

So, he did know how to look after a sick child.

But in the past, he never bothered.

Maybe because she had always taken care of it all.

never forgive Timothy for

a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Daisy is a

knocked. Inside, Timothy was wringing out another towel. He looked up just as Vince

at

and the towel slipped into the basin, sending up

had only been three or four days, but seeing her again made it painfully clear- he'd missed her with

of longing

to Jessica. Even with Vince there, he pulled her into a fierce embrace, as if he

life without

But knowing she was at home made it bearable-he never had to worry about coming back to

without her in

was left

cooked, it never felt like

"Jessy..."

her name hoarsely, his

to push him away, but he only

Timothy's sleeve and yanked him off her. "What

wrinkles he'd left on her blouse, her movements chilly and distant,

felt the words

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