Just then, Henry''s school day ended.


    He hadn''t even left the front gate when he spotted She and Timothy waiting for him.


    With a grin, Henry waved excitedly at Timothy, who immediately stopped talking to She and turned his attention to his son.


    "Dad! Miss She!" Henry called out, dashing over to them.


    As they passed by, Mario''s mom and the nurse-who was picking up her own son, Paul-smiled knowingly. "Hey there, Henry! Your parents are here to pick you up?"


    "Yes!" Henry replied, practically beaming.


    So it was true. Everything Jessica had said was right-Henry really did treat She like his mom outside the house.


    A while back, when She was about to leave because of the Lawsons'' pressure, Henry wouldn''t let her go. He''d brought up the uing arts-and-craftspetition, saying everyone thought She was his mom, and he''d be embarrassed if people found out his real mom couldn''t speak. It was supposed to be a parent-child event, after all.


    Timothy hadn''t stopped him at the time. There was nothing romantic between him and She, and he was sick of his rtives making a fuss about it. Letting She stay solved a problem for him, too. Besides, Jessica''s condition meant Henry was bound to want to save face-what kid wouldn''t? Timothy never imagined things would spiral out of control like this.


    Now, he had to put a stop to it before the misunderstanding got any worse.


    "You''ve all got it wrong. She''s not my wife," Timothy said firmly.


    Jessica, who had been hovering nearby, looked utterly bewildered and hurt by his words.


    She''s eyes widened with surprise-Timothy had never cleared things up so bluntly before.


    Henry just stared at his dad in shock.


    Mario''s mom, with Mario in tow, and the nurse, with Paul, had both overheard the exchange. Now everyone knew that She wasn''t Henry''s real mom.


    "But Henry told us thisdy was his mom," Mario piped up, looking confused.


    "That''s right-he says it all the time in ss. We didn''t misunderstand," Paul chimed in earnestly.


    The nurse grinned. "Oh, Mr. Lawson, you''re such a kidder. When Henry was sick at the hospital, he called thisdy ''Mom'' the whole time."


    Mario''s mom nodded in agreement. "Exactly! At the craftpetition, Henry told me himself that thisdy was his mom."


    Timothy remembered hearing that, too. He''d wanted to scold Henry about it, but Vince had teased him until he let it go. He''d thought it was a harmless misunderstanding, never realizing how out of hand it had gotten.


    Lately, Timothy had been on edge, thanks to his mother''s situation, and he''d been harder than usual on Henry. Now, Henry looked absolutely petrified, barely daring to look up at his father.


    He stole a nce up and saw Timothy''s cold, forbidding expression, then quickly dropped his head again.


    She caught the tense mood


    between father and son and quickly


    stepped in with a warm smile. "Oh


    Henry was just joking with you all," she said smoothly. "His mom couldn''t make it today, so I help out. We''re family,


    wname to


    really-nothing for you to worry about."


    She was giving both Timothy and Henry a graceful way out. Timothy wasn''t the type to scold his son in front of an audience, but if she didn''t clear things up, Henry would have a hard time exining himself to his ssmates tomorrow.


    With this, She had saved Henry a lot of trouble. She knew he''d be even more grateful to her now.


    "Oh, I see! I guess we really did misunderstand," Mario''s mom said,ughing it off.


    "Henry''s such a wonderful kid-his mom must be, too. Hope we''ll meet her at the next school event!" Paul''s mom added.


    With that, the two women headed off with their sons.


    Timothy, however, still radiated a cold, intimidating energy. He grabbed Henry''s hand. "Come with me."


    "Miss She..." Henry pleaded, casting a desperate look at her. He knew what was waiting for him at home-a stern lecture, at the very least.


    “She, wait,” Timothy said, catching up with her. "Don''t me Henry; this is partly my fault, too."


    He''d wanted to talk to Henry about this so many times, but never found the right moment. Now, he was determined to set things straight.


    He bundled Henry into the car, shut the door, and turned to She. "You should head home. And don''te running just because Henry calls you. He''s got real issues that need to be addressed, and I need to fix them-now."


    Without waiting for a reply, Timothy got into the passenger seat.


    "Timothy..." She called after him, worry etched on her face, banging on the car door.


    Timothy just told the driver, "Let''s go."


    Inside the car, the tension was thick. Henry''s voice was barely a whisper. "Miss She..." he murmured, terrified.


    She rapped on the window again, visibly anxious.


    Henry was deeply touched-he knew She was worried about him.


    The car sped away.


    As soon as the car was out of sight, She''s anxious expression vanished, reced by a cold, calcting look.


    Timothy''s attitude today was all because of Jessica. Henry was Jessica''s son, so of course Timothy would take it out on him. Looked like Henry was in for it tonight.


    But when it was over, She would swoop in tofort Henry-he''d trust her even more after that, rely on her.


    If it weren''t for Jessica and her son, Timothy would never have treated She this way. How could she possibly care about the son of her rival?


    Henry was terrified of what Timothy might do. Sensing he was in real trouble, he quickly sent a message to Sallie Lawson using his phone watch.


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