Chapter 151

Did she really have no choice but to surrender to Timothy, to accept all his decisions without question?

No. She couldn't just sit back and wait for fate to crush her.

Jessica squared her shoulders and strode toward the pirate ship ride.

By now, after a few minutes, the ride had come to a stop.

Sheila was clutching her chest, her face almost ghostly pale.

Henry, who looked so much like a young Timothy, was gazing at her with open worry and guilt. "Miss Sheila, are you okay? This is all my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to ride with me-the ship went so high, I was terrified myself."

Timothy unbuckled his seatbelt, his eyes gentle. "Are you hurt?"

"Timothy, I... my legs... I can't seem to stand up..."

flutter of her lashes, she

"Miss Sheila!"

"Sheila!"

together, their

his arms, lifting her with effortless

the ride, Sheila limp in his arms, moving

back tears. "Dad, Miss Sheila's going

be fine," Timothy said, his voice unwavering, though there was tension in

up-and there

around Sheila,

stepped in front of them, signing, "I need to speak with

her and Timothy. If he promised not to take it out on Herbert, she'd leave his life at

voice cut through the air, cold and sharp with indignation. "Mom, can't you see Miss Sheila's passed out? Can't this wait until we

the opportunity, his tone icy. "Even a six-year-old knows

the command with a

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