Chapter 59

Sallie's voice was loud and sharp, startling Henry into tears. He ran to Phelps, clutching his great-grandfather's leg. "Grandpa, Aunt Sallie's being mean to me!"

Phelps had always doted on his favorite grandson, Timothy, and naturally, he adored Henry as well. He shot Sallie a disapproving look. "What are you doing, snapping at a child like that?"

Honestly, he was a little surprised. Jessica hadn't even come over to comfort her

son.

With a sigh, Phelps crouched down, pulled out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the tears from Henry's face. "It's true, your great-grandpa is sick. If you don't believe me, I can call him right now and you can ask for yourself."

Henry sniffled and nodded. "Okay."

Taking Henry's hand, Phelps led him out to the living room balcony.

Sallie, meanwhile, dragged Jessica firmly into the master bedroom.

"What is wrong with you?" she demanded. "Can't you see your son is about to be won over by that woman, Sheila?"

at Jessica's impassive face and felt a surge of frustration. Any other woman would be fighting tooth and nail right now to keep her husband and son, to draw the line against the other woman. But Jessica didn't even seem to

to speak wasn't the worst thing, Jessica thought. At least she didn't have to answer questions she didn't want

something!" Sallie pressed,

her phone and typed a line: "It doesn't matter

me crazy? If your husband and son being taken away

What really mattered?

nothing really mattered anymore. Just then, Phelps

gripping Phelps's arm in exasperation. "Grandpa, Jessica is hopeless. The whole family objected when Timothy

cut her off. "Go keep

and left, closing the

his great-grandpa was ill,

a

closer and saw the name "Miss Sheila" flashing on the

robotic message sounded from the watch: "Sorry, the number you have

"Hey, your dad tells me you're a whiz with the Rubik's Cube. Why don't you

head. "I don't want to. I just miss

painting. He was still waiting for Miss Sheila to

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