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When Timothy got hand didn't see his parents anywhere, he turned to Mabel and asked where they'd gone.
Mabel shook her head, uncertain.
Seeing Sheila there put her in a foul mood. Mrs. Zimmerman had already been gone for so long. Only now, with
Sandra and Abell visiting, had Mabel learned that Sheila was actually the Zimmermans' adopted daughter-
making her, officially, Timothy's aunt. You'd think, with that kind of relationship, Sheila would know to keep her
distance. Shameless, really.
But as a housekeeper, Mabel knew her place. She kept her mouth shut-her opinion wouldn't matter anyway.
The young master was hopeless too, fawning over Sheila as if he'd forgotten about his real mother. The more
Mabel thought about it, the more she pitied Mrs. Zimmerman.
That night, only Timothy and Sheila sat at the dining table. With Sandra and Abell out, Sheila finally had the
chance to cozy up to Timothy, fussing over his injuries and asking after his health. Mabel couldn't stand the sight
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtand retreated to the kitchen to busy herself with chores.
Meanwhile, Sandra and Abell were having dinner with Larkin. Delighted to see old friends, Larkin was all smiles
and laughter. The three of them caught up, none of them eager to dive straight into serious conversation-after
all, it had been years since their last visit, and it would have been rude to jump right to business.
After dinner, Larkin invited them to his study for tea. The room was decorated with Jessica's art-delicate paper
cuttings framed on the walls. Larkin couldn't help but boast about Sandra and Abell's daughter-in-law.
"Timothy's a lucky man to have found such a talented wife," Larkin beamed, gesturing at the intricate paper art.
"Just look at that her work is more lifelike than a painting!"
Abell smiled. “She gaveone, too. She really is gifted."
"I'll say," Larkin agreed. "At my birthday party, she crafted a paper cutting of our old family
estate captured every detail. It was even more vivid than the photograph the Zimmermans took all those years
ago. | donated the original artwork to the mansion, but | kept a photo. Here, letshow you."
He pulled out his phone and scrolled to a picture of Jessica's birthday gift.
Sandra and Abell leaned in, awestruck. This piece was even more intricate, yet every detail was so lifelike.
"She's the granddaughter of my
dearest, most unforgettable friend
Alfreda," Larkin went
her grandmother's skill, and
honestly—surpassed her. After Alfreda passed, | always thought my grandson Vince would marry
Jéssica, take care of her Never
expected your Timothy to beat him
to it-and now they even have a son!
All | can do is envy you both."
Sandra and Abell exchanged awkward glances. There wasn't much to envy- Jessica was on the verge of leaving
Timothy.
Even so, Sandra forced herself to broach the subject. She sighed. "We only just met her for the first time, and
already she's determined to divorce Timothy."
Larkin's smile faded. He snorted, "Well, can you blher? That boy has only himself to blame."
Jessica hadn't gone into detail, but she'd told Larkin enough to fuel his anger. The gist was: Timothy had first
gone public with their relationship, but when Jessica wanted to return to work, he'd blocked her at every turn.
When an old childhood friend tried to help Jessica find a lawyer, Timothy retaliated against the friend's company,
forcing them to back off. Jessica wanted a divorce, but no lawyer in town dared take her case-not with Timothy's
influence
looming over them all.
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