Timothy had stressed in his message that tonight's guest was important and told her to make sure everything was perfect.
Jessica couldn't help but let out a dry laugh.
Usually, whenever guests came over, he made a point to keep her out of sight.
But this time, he'd sent bodyguards to keep her confined at home and told her to prepare for the guest's arrival herself.
She was done letting him boss her around, done being at his beck and call with no questions asked.
Thanks to all this, she couldn't go to Ines's exhibition tonight.
For seven years, he'd refused to acknowledge her in public.
She had only half a year left to live—she didn't need him to suddenly announce her existence to the world now.
After sitting for a while, Jessica decided she couldn't just let the day slip away. She needed to get out, even if just for a little while.
She picked up her phone and sent Timothy a message.
*I have something important to take care of today. I need to leave for a bit.*
His reply came almost immediately.
*What's so important?*
*I want to go to a comic convention.*
She didn't mention Ines by name.
Given her situation, she didn't have the nerve to let anyone know she was Ines's student, and she definitely didn't want Ines to find out about her condition and worry.
Ten minutes later, Timothy finally replied.
*What's there to see at a comic convention? You wouldn't understand it anyway. Just focus on taking care of the house—that's your job.*
That was Timothy in a nutshell.
If he didn't approve, then she simply didn't get a choice.
She'd told him before that she'd majored in animation in college.
But all he ever said was that she didn't understand—as if he'd never really listened to a word she said.
Maybe he never had.
Jessica put her phone away, determined not to reply anymore.
She got up and went to the study, opened her laptop, and started browsing the latest trends in animation.
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