“You threatened to jump off the balcony just to make me watch cartoons with you?”
Henry’s dark eyes met hers. “Why not? Think about it, Mom—when was the last time you watched cartoons with me?”
Jessica’s lips froze mid-reply.
Why didn’t she watch cartoons with him? Was he really pretending not to know the reason?
Henry nudged her, impatient. “Come on, sit down! This one’s even made by Miss Sheila herself. She’s amazing. Let’s watch it together, and then you have to help me cut out the characters for my scrapbook. I want to make a picture book for Miss Sheila.”
To Henry, Sheila was everything a person should be: understanding, gentle, endlessly considerate.
She’d even called today, asking him to bring his mom home, all for the sake of harmony in the family.
If he could just keep Mom at home, then Miss Sheila wouldn’t have to worry anymore; she might even come back to stay at The Gilded Whisper Estates.
With his paper-cutting contest coming up soon, he needed Sheila around more than ever.
Jessica felt as if a thorn had lodged in her throat, making it hard to breathe.
She raised her wrist, voice tight. “You already know how to make picture books now?”
Henry’s brows drew together instantly.
He did. He’d made his first paper-cut picture book for Miss Sheila.
A pang of guilt stabbed through him.
He’d once promised Mom that the first one he finished on his own would be for her.
“Ugh, why do you have to be so annoying? Always asking questions! Can’t you just sit and watch with me for once?”
Jessica ignored him, walked over to Mabel, and quickly typed a message into her phone.
“Get a few more staff to keep an eye on him. He just called me threatening to jump if no one paid attention to him. If anything happens, it’ll be on all of you.”
Mabel read the message and went pale. Little Henry was the Lawson family’s treasure—if anything happened to him, every staff member in The Gilded Whisper Estates would be out of a job, or worse.
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