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.

despised those ungrateful sons with

she imagined that

understood the agony of those silent tears-the pain was

nurse gently wrapped gauze around Henry's

hug Henry, worried he might be

with impatience. "I'm not a little

nurse, seeing how brave he was, smiled approvingly. "You're

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

for six years-she knew better than anyone when he was

nurse finished taping the needle in place, Henry puffed

securing everything and affectionately ruffled his hair. "You did great, Henry. Last time you were

He remembered telling the nurse last time that

won out, and he grinned. "Well, with your

nurse started tidying up, but then glanced at them curiously. "By the

my dad on a

into fists before she could

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