Chapter 191

They all ran in the same circles, so Ines had, of course, heard rumors about this woman.

What she hadn't expected was that the team had managed to survive all this time thanks to Jessica's financial support.

Jessica continued her gentle deception, using sign language to deliver a white lie: "I don't want Timothy to know about this, so... could you keep the money for me for now?"

Ines agreed without hesitation, promising to keep the secret safe.

As Jessica left Ines's studio, she couldn't help thinking-if, when she was a child, she and her grandmother could have sold their paper cuttings for this kind of money, maybe her grandmother wouldn't have died so young.

Back in that tiny town, they never had access to anyone from high society. They had no idea there were people out there who collected paper art, let alone paid such a high price for it.

Jessica's heart felt unbearably heavy.

Her grandmother had done everything she could to cure Jessica's voice, sacrificing so much in the process.

On her deathbed, her grandmother was wracked with guilt-not for dying, but because she hadn't been able to cure Jessica's mutism, because she would never again hear Jessica call her "Gran."

All these years, Jessica had longed to speak.

Once she started earning her own money, she'd gone to see doctors.

Every appointment ended in disappointment.

Later, she married Timothy.

years when she loved Timothy and Henry most, she'd secretly sought out

only she could talk, she would have told them-face-to-face-that she loved

maybe it was a blessing, after all, that she'd never spoken those

how much more humiliating would it be

Ines had mentioned Mr. Smith's movie role, and said

Should she try again?

up. Jessica pushed her

Lawson Group,

cab stopped at the entrance, Jessica didn't go in right away. She'd seen enough business dramas to know that regular people never just waltzed into a place like this and demanded to

at the company knew she was Mrs. Lawson. If she tried to explain herself to

had accused her of pretending to be

about to humiliate

Instead, she texted Timothy:

office. I need to talk. Could you send Secretary Allen to fetch

still wasn't ready for a divorce. He needed her to keep up appearances as

pretty sure

middle of a meeting when his phone buzzed. It was

out to him in a long

read the message, stood up,

boardroom was

at its most critical point. Why end it

was already striding

waited quietly by the main entrance-her back to the building,

and spotted her slim figure from behind. His voice softened as he

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