Chapter 45

But then the memory of Henry's rejection flashed in her mind...

She abruptly pulled her hand away from Timothy's grasp.

Timothy's expression darkened, his voice icy. "You need to stop this, Jessica. Henry is sick, he's calling for his mom—are you just going to abandon your own son?"

Jessica stood motionless, unmoved.

Timothy raised a trembling finger at her, frustration etched on his face, but in the end, his hand dropped helplessly to his side.

He picked up his phone and started a video call with Mabel.

Mabel answered, the camera pointed right at Henry.

She was gently wiping Henry's forehead with a warm towel as he lay there, eyes squeezed shut in discomfort, his weak little voice calling out, "Mommy... Mommy..."

Jessica heard Henry's soft, desperate plea and her hands clenched into fists.

"Sir, I've already called an ambulance. You and your wife should hurry back," Mabel said.

"Mommy..."

Jessica nearly broke down in tears. She didn't have to see him to know just how miserable Henry was feeling right now.

fragile immune systems—before the age of three,

got sick, Jessica would stay by his side day and night, tending to him

world, raised

resents his mother, a mother could never

son.

heart softened, despite

clothes from her suitcase, changed, and hurried out

ended the call and

The

rushed straight to Henry's room, but

cradling Henry, gently rocking him. "Don't cry, Henry. The

Miss Sheila, can you be my mommy

pale, even her lips losing all

two steps, unable to

wail of an ambulance

heading

looked up, relief flooding her face. "Timothy, thank God

Henry in

injuries, quickly stepped forward, took Henry from her

Sheila followed close behind.

the faintest hint

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