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

"Ma'am, it shows that Mr. Lawson really does care about you. Enjoy your

the blossoms and noticed a card tucked

Mrs.

It was his handwriting.

Jessica stood there, stunned.

right.

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

the dining table and gazed at

what she'd always hoped

her—he was just learning, step by step, how to pay

even knew she'd wanted to dine at The

really ready to

thoughts were a tangled

for a few days. When he returned, she'd take another honest look at

the flowers down, took her seat at

phone lit up with

hospital all

only the night nurse on duty, she probably wouldn't run into

She decided to go.

it was for her to communicate, she slipped on the

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