FakeNovelChapter 45
But then the memory of Henry's rejection flashed in her mind...
She abruptly pulled her hand away from Timothy's grasp.
Timothy's expression darkened, his voice icy. "You need to stop this, Jessica. Henry is sick, he's calling for his
mom—are you just going to abandon your own son?"
Jessica stood motionless, unmoved.
Timothy raised a trembling finger at her, frustration etched on his face, but in the end, his hand dropped
helplessly to his side.
He picked up his phone and started a video call with Mabel.
Mabel answered, the camera pointed right at Henry.
She was gently wiping Henry's forehead with a warm towel as he lay there, eyes squeezed shut in discomfort, his
weak little voice calling out, "Mommy... Mommy..."
Jessica heard Henry's soft, desperate plea and her hands clenched into fists.
"Sir, I've already called an ambulance. You and your wife should hurry back," Mabel said.
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"Mommy..."
Jessica nearly broke down in tears. She didn't have to see him to know just how miserable Henry was feeling
right now.
Toddlers have such fragile immune systems—before the age of three, they always seem to catch fevers.
Every tHenry got sick, Jessica would stay by his side day and night, tending to him without rest.
He was her own child, the one she'd brought into this world, raised from a tiny, helpless bundle into the boy he
was Now...
No matter how much a son resents his mother, a mother could never resent her
son.
Her heart softened, despite herself.
Jessica quickly pulled fresh clothes from her suitcase, changed, and hurried out the door.
Timothy ended the call and followed after her.
Back at The Gilded Whisper Estates.
Jessica rushed straight to Henry's room, but she froze in the doorway.
Sheila, dressed in hospital scrubs, was cradling Henry, gently rocking him. "Don't cry, Henry. The ambulance will
be here any minute..."
"Waaah... | don't want... Mommy anymore. Miss Sheila, can you be my mommy instead..." Henry sobbed, tears
streaming down his cheeks.
Jessica's face went ghostly pale, even her lips losing all color.
She staggered back two steps, unable to control herself.
Outside, the wail of an ambulance siren echoed up the drive.
Timothy hurried inside, heading straight for Henry's room.
Sheila looked up, relief flooding her face. "Timothy, thank God you're back."
She gathered Henry in her arms.
But Timothy, remembering Sheila's own injuries, quickly stepped forward, took Henry from her arms, and strode
out the door.
Sheila followed close behind.
As she passed Jessica, Sheila's gentle features held the faintest hint of smugness a silent, loaded challenge in
her eyes.
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Then, as if Jessica was invisible, Sheila looked away and quickened her pace, catching up to Timothy.
Jessica's knees nearly buckled. She had to brace herself against the wall to stay upright.
Mabel emerged from the bedroom and, seeing Jessica's ashen face, rushed to steady her.
"Ma'am, when did you get back?" Mabel's brow furrowed with worry. Young master had called Sheila, and Sheila
had rushed over from the hospital. Young master had even told Sheila he wanted her to be his mom. Mabel
wondered if Jessica had heard it all.
Oh, what a mess.
Jessica pulled out her phone and typed a quick message: "Just got back."
Mabel helped her to the living room and eased her onto the sofa, her voice gentle but firm. "Ma'am, now that
you're home, please... don't leave again, alright?"
Mabel was terrified that if this went on much longer, the whole family would fall apart.
She stood and poured Jessica a glass of hot water.
Jessica managed a few sips, and the warmth helped settle her trembling body. This hneeded her less and
less with each passing day.
She'd always thought Henry only pushed her away because she couldn't speak. She could accept that it was her
flaw.
But she never imagined Henry would actually wish for Sheila to be his mother. She took out her phone and typed
another message.
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