RedNovelChapter 241
Jessica's eyes flashed with defiance as she jabbed her finger in the air, her voice firm and angry. "If you won't
help me, then I'll fight her for every role she auditions for. Whatever character she wants, I'll go after the same
one. Timothy, lettell you, I've seen Sheila's work. The only reason | haven't been acting these past years is
because | chose not to. If | step back into the game, ten Sheilas couldn't outshine me."
Timothy scoffed, shaking his head. "That's sego you've got. | don't like women who talk big, so don't let me
hear that kind of nonsense again. Stop this tantrum-go take a shower."
Just then, Timothy's phone started ringing.
He reached for it and saw Sheila's non the screen. He answered.
"Timothy, my ankle's swollen pretty badly. | don't know if it's more than just a twist, and | can't walk at all. It
hurts so much. Can you ctaketo the hospital?”
The night was quiet, and Sheila's voice carried clearly through the phone.
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Jessica heard every word.
Timothy lifted his gaze, lips pressed tight, and glanced at Jessica. Then, lowering his voice, he said, "If | come
over, it might take a while. Do you think you can hold out?"
"Are you busy? If you are, I'll call Kane."
"I'm not busy. I'm just in Jessica's hometown picking her up. You know you can't count on Kane. After all these
years, you still don't know what he gets up to at night?"
The moment Sheila realized Timothy was with Jessica in her hometown, her heart soured with jealousy. Still, she
said, "It's fine. Jessica comes first. I'll call for an ambulance. I'll hang up now."
The dial tone hummed through the room.
Even though Sheila had said she'd call for help herself, Timothy couldn't shake the worry. She lived alone in
Moonstrand Villas; if anything happened, he'd never forgive himself.
He pocketed his phone and walked over to Jessica, grabbing the pajamas she had draped over her arm and
tossing them onto the bed. Then, taking her hand, he said, "We're leaving tonight. I'm not waiting until
tomorrow."
Jessica yanked her hand away.
He'd just told her how exhausted he was and that he wanted to stay, but now, at the first sign of trouble with
Sheila's ankle, he was desperate to leave-and dragging her along for the ride.
Why should she be the one to drop everything and rush off in the middle of the night just to help Sheila?
She lifted her hands in a clear gesture: "Tomorrow I'm visiting the cemetery with my mother and grandmother."
That was the only reason she'd cback. For seven years, every Thanksgiving Day, she'd missed the chance
to be with her mom and grandma.
No matter what, she wasn't leaving tonight.
Timothy stared at her for a long moment. He remembered that for all those years, every Thanksgiving Day,
Jessica had stayed at the Lawson estate and never once chfor her family.
He didn't push her any further.
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"Fine. Tomorrow morning, get up early and take care of it. I'll have Allen pick you up afterward."
With that, Timothy turned and walked out.
Jessica watched his tall, anxious figure disappear, her expression growing even more distant and cold.
The next morning.
A delivery from the florist arrived: white chrysanthemums Jessica had ordered in advance. She gathered the
offerings she'd bought yesterday, stepped out, and opened the front door-only to find Herbert waiting outside.
He was dressed in a black suit, holding two bouquets of white chrysanthemums.
Standing by his car, he waved to her. "Morning, Little Mute."
Jessica smiled as she walked toward him.
Just then, Secretary Allen pulled up in his car.
He noticed his boss's wife smiling gently as she walked over to Herbert. President Lawson had once asked him to
look into the Wheeler family. Did President Lawson know something?
What should he do? Should he report what he was seeing today?
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