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

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

this world, raised from

son resents his mother, a

son.

softened, despite

pulled fresh clothes from her suitcase, changed,

the call and followed after

The

Henry's room, but

rocking him. "Don't cry, Henry. The ambulance will be here

be

pale, even her lips losing

staggered back two steps, unable

the wail of an ambulance siren echoed up

hurried inside, heading straight for Henry's

looked up, relief flooding her face.

Henry

stepped forward, took Henry from her arms,

Sheila followed close behind.

passed Jessica, Sheila's gentle features held the faintest hint of smugness a

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