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.

her mind. He could never forgive Timothy for treating her so coldly,

turned, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Daisy

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

at

and the towel slipped into the

her again made it painfully clear- he'd missed her with every fiber of his

longing

with Vince there, he pulled her into a fierce embrace, as if he could press her into

life without her

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

her in it wasn't home

left was coldness and

if someone cooked, it never felt like a real

"Jessy..."

hoarsely, his voice thick

him away, but he only

grabbed Timothy's sleeve and yanked him off her.

calmly smoothed the wrinkles he'd left on her blouse, her movements chilly

words stick in

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