Chapter 94

The nurse saw Jessica signing and, blinking in sympathy, lamented, "She's so beautiful—what a shame she can't speak."

Henry could read Jessica's sign language. She was telling the nurse that she was his mother. He tensed, terrified she'd use her voice synthesizer and reveal the

truth.

Annoyance crept into his voice. "What are you waving your hands around for? No one else understands your sign language."

Jessica pulled out her phone, intent on using her voice ring to speak.

But Henry snatched her phone away before she could, turning to the nurse with a bright, practiced smile. "Ma'am, she's our housekeeper. My dad likes a quiet home, so he hired someone who doesn't talk."

Jessica froze.

Did he just say she was the housekeeper?

She'd seen this plot play out on TV-sons, ashamed of their mothers after making something of themselves, introducing them to others as the help or distant relatives. The mothers never got angry; they'd just cry quietly, terrified of embarrassing their child.

had always despised those ungrateful sons

had she imagined that one day, she'd find herself in their

the agony of those silent tears-the

Henry's

Jessica instinctively tried to hug Henry,

a little

smiled approvingly. "You're

when the nurse inserted the needle, Henry's face tightened and his brows furrowed,

mother for six years-she knew better than anyone when he was putting on a brave

in place, Henry puffed up a little with

everything and affectionately ruffled his hair. "You did great, Henry. Last

telling the nurse last time that

grinned. "Well, with your mom around, you're supposed

started tidying up, but then glanced at them curiously. "By the way, where's

with my dad on

fists before she

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