Chapter 115

These past few days, Jessica had been in a deep slump. She barely had the energy to think about anything else.

But there was a deeper, more pressing reason behind it-she was running out of time.

In the few short months she had left, whatever she tried to do would always feel rushed, never enough.

"Little Mute?"

Herbert, noticing her silence, waved a hand in front of her face.

Jessica looked up, her expression heavy as she signed, "If it's not a big order, I can manage."

Herbert couldn't quite understand it. Jessica's papercut artwork was nothing short of exquisite—almost museum-worthy. And she'd learned it from her grandmother, to whom she'd always been especially close.

So why wasn't she trying to make something of her talent?

He hesitated, then asked gently, "Is something holding you back?"

His mother had once invited Jessica to host an exhibition and offered to sponsor her. Back then, Jessica had been busy caring for her husband and son, so it made sense she'd turned it down.

so much time on her husband and son anymore. Shouldn't this be her chance to do something she actually

wanted to

at sixteen and granted

sign, "I

loved your pieces. That says a lot. Besides, aren't you planning to divorce Timothy? If you don't have a

the mention of her son, Jessica's face clouded over. Her hands moved slowly: "I'm not planning to fight for

if she tried,

a few months left-what would

besides, Henry would never

to make things worse for

her,

gives up her

have gone through

Timothy done to her these past

surge of anger burned in

defeated, as if she'd lost

It broke his heart.

you don't fight for

Jessica met his gaze.

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