Chapter 30

"Miss Jessica, she... she slit her wrists. There was so much blood..."

The next second, the engine roared to life, and Timothy floored the gas pedal.

The car shot forward at breakneck speed.

Jessica instinctively gripped the handle above her window, knuckles white.

Timothy didn't stop for a single red light, weaving recklessly through traffic, barely dodging other cars. Jessica was tossed in her seat, her head spinning, the world outside a blur.

Timothy's lips were pressed into a thin, grim line, his face ashen.

Jessica wanted to tell him to slow down, but no words would come her voice was lost somewhere inside her.

Her stomach churned violently.

She squeezed her eyes shut, brow furrowed in pain.

But Timothy didn't notice. All his focus was on the road ahead.

Finally, they arrived home.

An ambulance was already parked in front of The Gilded Whisper Estates.

Before the car had even stopped moving, Timothy had flung the door open and bolted out.

had never seen Timothy-always so measured and composed-so

calmest

a bitter taste. She snatched some tissues, stumbled out of the car,

after she'd emptied her stomach completely did she feel even

around and saw Timothy carrying Sheila out of the house in his arms, her clothes stained

his face

and son climbed

wailed as it sped off into

housekeeper,

"Ma'am..."

with worry

suddenly collapsed, crumpling

"Ma'am!"

rushed to her side, lifting

"Ma'am? Ma'am?!"

fumbled for her phone and

bad-ma'am has

wounds were already treated. That little

"But sir, she really-"

cut her off. "Stop bothering

The line went dead.

only sigh in frustration and dialed for an ambulance

a trivial matter when ma'am had

It was infuriating.

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