Chapter 381
Sandra let out a long, weary sigh, her heart heavy with worry. In her mind, it all cback to Timothy.
If only Timothy had cared more about Jessica-she was such a gentle, well- mannered girl. Why else would she be
so determined to file for divorce?
Women rarely make such choices in marriage as coldly as men do; most will try to stick it out as long as they
can. For Jessica to reach this point, she must truly feel she can't go on.
She turned to her husband, her voice thick with concern. "Abell, ever since
Hannah passed, these two kids are all we have left. How could | just stand by and do nothing? We should visit
the Zimmerman family later today, try to get a sense of what really happened."
Abell nodded, frowning in thought. "Speaking of the Zimmermans, it struck me— why does that young man from
their family seem so close to Jessy lately?"
"How would | know?" Sandra replied, exasperated. "With Timothy being the way he is never saying more than he
has to-maybe if we visit the Zimmermans, we'll get sanswers. Go pick out sgifts to bring; it'll be a good
excuse to check in on them."
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Abell went off to prepare the gifts.
The living room was suddenly quiet-no sign of either Sallie or Timothy.
Upstairs, Sallie had wheeled Timothy back to his room and now sat across from him. "Timothy," she said
seriously, "if you don't want to go through with this divorce, you need to do something. Try to win Jessy back.
And... I'll find ttoday to apologize to her."
It wasn't that Sallie truly disliked Jessica. She just couldn't get over the fact that her little brother had married a
mute woman.
Timothy remained silent.
Sallie lowered her voice, almost sheepish. "Are you mad atbecause | treated Jessy badly?"
He glanced up, his face unreadable. "What do you think?"
Sallie pouted. "Alright, alright, I'll work on it. But honestly, if she's set on divorcing you, my attitude toward her is
only a small part of the problem. The real issue is between you and Henry. If you're serious about wanting to stay
together, you'll have to put in the effort. Anyway, | won't lecture you. Texther address later- I'll see her after
I'm done with my errands."
She slipped out of Timothy's room and found Sandra and Abell loading up their arms with wrapped packages,
ready to leave.
"Grandma, Grandpa, where are you headed?"
"We're off to visit a friend," Sandra called back, and the two of them bustled out the door.
Upstairs, Sheila had been watching
from the balcony. Once she was
sure
coast was clear, she finally allowed herself a deep breath. It was
to have the house to herself.
For the past couple of days, out of deference to her adoptive parents, she'd kept to herself, barely exchanging
words with Timothy-doing her best to fade i into the
the background. Staying wet
Howard family no longer meant anything to her. The only reason she hadn't left was this thin thread still tying
her to Timothy; as long as she stayed, she could see him, if only in passing.
Sheila made her way to Timothy's door and knocked.
"Cin."
She entered to find Timothy in his wheelchair, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers.
Sheila frowned. "Timothy, you're still recovering. You shouldn't be smoking so much."
She walked over and opened the window, letting the stale air escape. Timothy stubbed out his cigarette in the
ashtray without a word.
She sat down across from him on the sofa. He barely glanced up. "You need something?"
Sheila hesitated. "I overheard what Mom and Dad said to you this morning. Is it true, Jessy's actually filed for
divorce?"
He gave a slight nod.
She lowered her gaze, remorse tightening her voice. "I've been thinking about it a lot. There's never been any
real conflict between you two. Ever since | first visited The Gilded Whisper Estates, she's been acting strange. |
can't help but feel this is all because of me. Maybe she misunderstood something between us."
Sheila looked up, her eyes earnest. "Timothy, why don't we go talk to her together? We can explain everything—
clear up any misunderstandings."