Jessica''s gaze fell instantly on the pearl ne in She''s hand-the very
same one Timothy had once given her.
A bitter smile tugged at Jessica''s lips.
Justst night, Timothy had shown up at the Zimmerman family''s house, clutching that ne, insisting on returning it to her, telling her she wasn''t allowed to sell it again.
He''d even chased her all the way to her small apartment, desperate to exin himself.
Pathetic.
Did he really think she was that much of a fool?
"Jessy, what are you doing at the hospital?" She''s voice broke through Jessica''s thoughts.
Jessica nced at her coolly.
Earlier, Kane had called Timothy, practically shouting down the phone in panic, saying that She had "identally" fallen from the balcony at Moonstrand Vis. Kane imed that if Timothy hadn''t gotten there in time, She might have died and no one would have known.
She had supposedly fallen from a balcony, and yet here she was, looking perfectly healthy less than twenty-four hourster.
Only Timothy could buy into such a flimsy lie.
Jessica ignored She and strode right past her.
"Jessy..."
But She hurried after her, blocking her path with an apologetic look. "There''s really nothing going on between Timothy and me. I hope you won''t hold anything against him because of me. Would you considering back to The Gilded Whisper Estates? Timothy and Henry both need you."
Jessica''s eyes were as cold and distant as ever.
She was a woman, and she knew exactly what she was doing. She''d inserted herself into Timothy''s life over and over, and Jessica-Timothy''s wife-couldn''t possibly not care.
From the very first time Jessica had met her, she''d made no effort to hide her displeasure.
But She''s exnations only made things murkier, which was precisely the effect she wanted.
Jessica raised her hand and made two gestures in signnguage: "Move."
She understood perfectly, her face turning a shade paler. "You don''t believe me, do you?"
Jessica repeated the same gesture, unbothered: "Move."
But She didn''t budge, feigning distress. "Jessy, I know things have been tense between you and
Timothy since I came back to then et
country. I feel awful about it. Timothy only had me stay at The Gilded Whisper Estates because he was worried I might have an allergic reaction at a hotel. But I''ve moved out now. I promise I won''t get in your way again. So please, don''t make Timothy worry about you anymore. Go home early, all right? I''m begging you."
She''s words sounded gentle and considerate.
But every syble hit like a knife.
Jessica had no intention of wasting another second on this pointless drama.
Even if She were sharing Timothy''s bed right now, Jessica couldn''t bring herself to care. Why should she?
Ever since she''d learned about She, she''d been preparing herself to step aside.
And yet, just like now, it was Timothy and She who refused to let her go.
The man clung to her, the woman clung to her she couldn''t understand it. They were supposed to be soulmates, weren''t they? She''d given up quietly, caused no scenes, and still they insisted on putting on this farce.
Jessica''s face remained impassive. When she didn''t respond, She kept going: "And since Mr. Smith and Ines both prefer your work, as soon as I''m healed, I''ll go home. I won''t take your spot or the role Mr. Smith
reserved for you. My father is Timothy''s uncle, so yes, we''re close family, but Timothy and I are just the same age. Please, don''t get the wrong idea, okay?"
She sounded sweet, innocent-her face the very picture of sincerity.
Jessica didn''t bother with any more signnguage. What was the point? She
had no intention of moving aside.
Left with no other option, Jessica tried to step around her.
But She grabbed her by the wrist.
Just then, Jessica saw Timothy returning.
She''s nails dug hard into Jessica''s skin. Jessica wrenched her hand free, pain
shing in her eyes.