Jessica had disappeared, and Henry was still in the hospital with no one to look after him.
Timothy just couldn't shake his worry.
He rushed to the airport. Sheila was already waiting for him in the VIP lounge, almost ready to board. They left the lounge together.
Jessica had just landed.
As she followed the crowd out of the arrival gate, her eyes immediately found Timothy and Sheila.
The terminal was packed. Timothy was steering a suitcase with one hand and keeping his other arm protectively around Sheila, shielding her as if afraid someone might bump into her.
Jessica could hardly believe it—a nephew behaving this way with his aunt?
To any onlooker, they looked like an affectionate couple.
She was swept forward with the flow of people, watching as Timothy and Sheila disappeared through another gate.
Jessica tore her gaze away and headed straight for the exit.
Her life felt increasingly pathetic.
She no longer dared to hope for anything from her marriage.
The moment Timothy and Sheila landed, they went straight to the hospital.
When they reached the door to Henry's room, Timothy's phone rang. It was Secretary Allen.
He lifted his eyes to Sheila. "You go in first—I need to take this."
"Okay."
Sheila pushed open the door.
The moment Henry saw her, he burst into tears and reached out his arms.
Sheila dropped her suitcase and hurried to his bedside, wrapping him in a gentle hug and rubbing his back.
"It's okay, Henry. Don't cry."
Mabel stood nearby, her expression growing darker with worry for Jessica.
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