He was right.

It was the truth.

That's exactly the kind of person he was.

And that was why Jessica had always wanted to break free from him, to escape.

"Yates, thank you," she said quietly.

"No need to thank me. I'm not letting you off easy, either. We're competing fair and square," Yates replied.

Timothy's voice was hoarse. "Alright."

Yates had made himself perfectly clear. If Timothy still refused to change, then he really would lose Jessica forever.

Jessica had compromised for Herbert's sake, for Vince's sake—because she always tried to do the right thing, always thought of others.

But he hadn't.

He only wanted what he wanted.

He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, so he kept trying to trap her at his side, ignoring her feelings completely.

"I'm hanging up."

"Yates, wait."

caught him before he could end the call. "Can you

it out," Yates said,

his phone as the dial

wanted him to

work it out, couldn't

still at home. So where

Timothy's eyes widened. He quickly dialed

Mrs. Foster's bank statements—the card

get on it

Timothy paced anxiously, waiting.

Twitter posts about Timothy feverishly promoting Jessica's film. She'd bitten her lower lip so hard it was bleeding, a metallic taste filling

had fallen

seen the film herself, but even from the trailers and clips circulating online, she could tell, as a professional, that

be everywhere in the animation industry. Famous

with jealousy, fists clenched so tightly her knuckles ached. She had worked so hard, but

participated in had ever reached these

completely

this... how could Timothy ever have room

phone, Sheila made

help me with

out of the bathroom just as her phone rang.

She picked up immediately.

early screenings, it's already

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