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.

always despised those

dreams had she imagined that one

tears-the

wrapped gauze around Henry's arm and dabbed his skin with

tried to hug Henry, worried he might be scared of

"I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm tough—I'm not scared of needles. You don't have to

brave he was, smiled approvingly. "You're a brave young

the nurse inserted the needle, Henry's face tightened and his brows furrowed, but he bit down hard and didn't let a single whimper

mother for six years-she knew better than

puffed up a little with

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

flushed. He remembered telling the nurse last time that Sheila was

with your mom around, you're supposed to act a little

glanced at them curiously. "By the way, where's your

with my dad on a

fists before she could

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