FakeNovelChapter 202
"You threatened to jump off the balcony just to makewatch cartoons with you?"
Henry's dark eyes met hers. "Why not? Think about it, Mom-when was the last tyou watched cartoons with
me?"
Jessica's lips froze mid-reply.
Why didn't she watch cartoons with him? Was he really pretending not to know the reason?
Henry nudged her, impatient. "Con, sit down! This one's even made by Miss Sheila herself. She's amazing.
Let's watch it together, and then you have to helpcut out the characters for my scrapbook. | want to make a
picture book for Miss Sheila."
To Henry, Sheila was everything a person should be: understanding, gentle, endlessly considerate.
She'd even called today, asking him to bring his mom home, all for the sake of harmony in the family.
If he could just keep Mom at home, then Miss Sheila wouldn't have to worry anymore; she might even cback
to stay at The Gilded Whisper Estates.
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With his paper-cutting contest coming up soon, he needed Sheila around more than ever.
Jessica felt as if a thorn had lodged in her throat, making it hard to breathe.
She raised her wrist, voice tight. "You already know how to make picture books now?"
Henry's brows drew together instantly.
He did. He'd made his first paper-cut picture book for Miss Sheila.
A pang of guilt stabbed through him.
He'd once promised Mom that the first one he finished on his own would be for her.
"Ugh, why do you have to be so annoying? Always asking questions! Can't you just sit and watch withfor
once?"
Jessica ignored him, walked over to Mabel, and quickly typed a message into her phone.
"Get a few more staff to keep an eye on him. He just calledthreatening to jump if no one paid attention to
him. If anything happens, it'll be on all of you."
Mabel read the message and went pale. Little Henry was the Lawson family's treasure—if anything happened to
him, every staff member in The Gilded Whisper Estates would be out of a job, or worse.
"Don't worry, ma'am. I'll get more people on it right away."
She hurried off to the back, gathering the indoor staff and warning them that young Henry had threatened to
throw himself off the balcony. They needed to keep a close watch on him, no excuses.
Once Jessica saw the house was secure, she turned to leave.
"Mom!"
Henry called after her. "Are you running away again? Do you know how much trouble you're causing? What's
wrong with you lately? Why can't you just stay hlike you're supposed to? Even Miss Sheila's worried-you
know, she called earlier and toldto do whatever it took to bring you back."
Jessica spun around, using sign language. "You're saying Sheila told you to askto chome?"
Henry, sprawled across the sofa, arched an eyebrow. "You're never hanymore. She's afraid to cover-she
thinks you don't like her. She even toldto talk to you, to ask you to stop running off. Dad worries, too."
Jessica pressed her lips together, lost in thought.
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She'd nearly run into Mr. Smith just now.
She hadn't been around much lately. But Sheila hadn't asked Henry to call her back-Jessica knew that for a fact.
Today...
It seemed Sheila was trying to keep her away from Mr. Smith.
Jessica hadn't worked in seven years, but that didn't mean she was naive about competition.
Ever since she learned Timothy's heart belonged to Sheila, she'd chosen to step aside, never once considering a
fight.
But Sheila clearly wasn't finished with her.
Jessica's expression hardened. She gave Henry a cold look, then turned and walked out.
"Mom!"
Henry's shout didn't stop her.
Anger boiling over, he grabbed a pillow off the sofa and hurled it across the room.
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