Chapter 92

Mabel hurried to open the door.

Someone had come to the house.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Timothy Lawson's residence?"

"Yes, it is. Can I help you?"

Whenever someone visited, it was always Mabel who greeted them at the door; Jessica didn't speak, so she couldn't handle guests.

"We're from The Silverthread Eatery. Mr. Lawson ordered a birthday dinner for Mrs. Lawson through our restaurant. He wasn't able to make it to the restaurant tonight, so he asked us to deliver the meal to your home so Mrs. Lawson could enjoy it here."

Mabel could barely contain her excitement. "Please, come in!"

"And these flowers-Mr. Lawson had them delivered to our restaurant earlier today, so we're bringing them along. Could you please give them to Mrs. Lawson?"

Jessica watched as Mabel, clutching a beautiful bouquet, hurried toward her.

"Ma'am, Mr. Lawson ordered you a special birthday dinner, and he got you these flowers too. Aren't they just gorgeous?"

Jessica stared at the vibrant bouquet of fresh peonies, momentarily caught off guard.

"Here you go, take them," Mabel urged, beaming. Jessica, still a little dazed, reached out and accepted the flowers.

the staff from

turned and added, "Ma'am, it shows that Mr. Lawson

inhaled the sweet scent of the blossoms

Mrs. Lawson -

It was his handwriting.

Jessica stood there, stunned.

was right. Maybe Timothy still

got angry. When Herbert gave her that voice pendant, Timothy threw it away and replaced it

over to the dining table and gazed at

this what she'd always hoped

she'd wanted to dine

really ready to give

were a tangled

trip for a few days. When he returned, she'd take another honest look at their marriage—at what

the flowers down, took her seat at the table, and began to

her phone lit up with a message

been at the hospital all day. Can you

night nurse on duty, she probably wouldn't

She decided to go.

communicate, she slipped on

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