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It was Herbert.
Jessica had fainted, and Timothy had taken her away-though his attitude was anything but gentle. Worried,
Herbert had followed them, never expecting that Timothy would simply abandon Jessica, taking their son and
Sheila with him.
Herbert climbed out of his car.
"Little Mute."
Jessica forced a smile and signed, "What are you doing here?"
He took a deep breath, pressed his lips together, and arched an eyebrow. "If you don't want to smile, then don't
do it. That smile of yours doesn't suit you at all."
He could see right through her. She was pretending, and he knew it.
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Exposed, Jessica's expression faltered. She tried to explain, "It's not what you think, I... he..."
Her hands moved in tangled, uncertain gestures, searching desperately for sexcuse to defend Timothy. But
the words wouldn't come.
"Little Mute," Herbert said again, cutting through her muddled signs. "You don't have to explain. | know. He
doesn't treat you right."
His jaw clenched hard. "You don't have to keep putting yourself through this. | could help you find a lawyer"
Jessica immediately raised a hand, signaling him to stop.
Then, bracing herself, her pretty face suddenly grew serious. She signed: "Herbert, | wanted a divorce because |
acted on impulse. There's just a little friction between Timothy and me, but he's really good to me. If you keep
coming to see me, you'll only make things worse between us. | love him. | don't really want a divorce. When |
asked you to helpfind a lawyer, | just wanted to scare him a bit to get his attention. I'm sorry | dragged you
into this."
Herbert's lips parted, but before he could speak, Jessica hurried to finish: "Please, don't clooking for me
again. He's already so angry because he's seen us together too many times. That's why he leftbehind just
now. | didn't think things through, and I've caused you trouble and brought a lot of pain on myself. I'm so, so
sorry. | hope you're not angry with me. Goodbye."
Without looking back, Jessica turned and walked away.
Herbert instinctively reached out, his hand frozen in midair. The words "Little Mute" almost escaped his lips, but
he swallowed them, letting his arm fall limply to his side, his fingers trembling as they curled into a fist.
He'd known Jessica since they were children. No one could fool him-least of all her. She was just afraid of
dragging him down with her.
Timothy was a man with power and reach. Jessica had no family, no one to rely on. And now, if she was even
pushing him away, how was she supposed to survive on her own?
Herbert's lips pressed into a thin, determined line. No matter what it took, he wouldn't abandon her.
Jessica hailed a cab, not even sure where she could go. But one thing was certain-she wasn't going back to The
Gilded Whisper Estates.
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As for the divorce, if no lawyer dared take her case, she'd file on her own. She planned to go to the courthouse
and find out about the process herself-only to realize it was Saturday and the place was closed.
She'd have to wait until Monday.
So she asked the cabbie to take her to a hotel.
Night fell.
Timothy, Sheila, and Henry sat together at the dining table.
Mabel had been sour all afternoon. Mr. Davenport had left in the morning with Mrs. Davenport, but Mrs.
Davenport hadn't returned. Now, the three of them sat together, looking for all the world like a family. The young
master, oblivious as ever, was chatting and laughing with Sheila, as if he'd forgotten his mother wasn't home.
Mabel served soup at the table, unable to hold her tongue any longer. "Sir, isn't Mrs. Davenport coming back?
She said she'd teachhow to make chicken noodle soup."
She'd found an excuse to ask, worried Timothy might scold her for prying otherwise.
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