Chapter 138

Timothy's chiseled lips pressed into a hard, unforgiving line.

He didn't answer Henry for a long moment.

"Dad, are you still there?"

Timothy's tone was stern. "Copy *A Mother's Love* one hundred times. I'll check it when I get home tonight, and I won't tolerate a single one missing."

"Dad!"

Timothy hung up without hesitation.

From the moment Henry was born, Jessica had cared for him herself, attentive to every detail.

She sat at his bedside when he was sick.

Bundled him up in blankets when he was cold.

Cooked comforting meals when he was hungry.

And yet, Henry showed not a trace of gratitude for his mother's love.

If Jessica ever found out, how heartbroken she'd be.

A pang of guilt struck Timothy for how he'd just spoken to her.

He turned back into the room.

Jessica was sitting on the floor, knees drawn up.

to her feet. His voice, usually so restrained, softened. "You need to take better care of yourself. The floor's cold, and it's not good for

were dark and

rare, made Jessica's

just a hint of concern from him could

it

with one hand, a sweet treat with the

was done

away

was finished waiting passively

She was leaving him.

wanted Sheila to be

to him, her gestures clear: "Timothy,

work

clear-Ines

accepted, Sheila would

let her go, not when he wanted that place

her health, there was no way

gave her leverage to

couldn't speak, was constantly belittled, and just needed a chance

always thought being Mrs. Lawson was

outside, but within the Lawson family, it

made it painfully clear: Jessica needed a

would never

saw what

to work, then

learned that the illustrated *Grand Canal, Venice* was her creation,

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