The butler kept his head down, nervous they might blame him for not stopping Timothy.

Honestly, in a situation like this, what could he have done?

Vince understood. None of them had been around, and Timothy had brought in a specialist for Grandpa, trying to help. What could he really say?

Still, it bothered him. He muttered under his breath, "All for show."

By now, Larkin had drifted off to sleep and was out of immediate danger. They could finally breathe a little easier.

But Jessica still couldn't relax. She asked the butler which room Daisy was in. He gave her the number, and Jessica asked Vince to go with her.

As they reached the door, Jessica peeked through the small window. She saw Timothy carrying a basin of water out of the room. He wrung out a towel, folded it neatly, gently lifted the one from Daisy's forehead, and replaced it with the fresh

one.

Jessica paused, transfixed.

So, he did know how to look after a sick child.

But in the past, he never bothered.

had always taken care of

at Jessica, unsure what was running through her mind. He could never forgive Timothy for treating her

a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Daisy is a Zimmerman. Of course we'll

out another towel. He

at

hand loosened, and the towel slipped into the basin,

her again made it painfully clear-

longing crashed

he pulled her into a fierce embrace, as if he could press her into

life without

traveled all the time, and often didn't see her for days. But knowing she was at home made it bearable-he never had to worry about coming

without her in

left

someone cooked, it never

"Jessy..."

hoarsely, his voice thick

push him away, but he only

off her. "What the hell do you think you're

left on her blouse, her movements chilly

words stick in

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