All they could do was wait—wait for Timothy to come out.
Herbert, worried Jessica might collapse, scooped her up and carried her over to the lounge, gently settling her on a chair.
Sallie didn’t like seeing Jessica so close to someone else, but she gritted her teeth and said nothing.
Half an hour crept by. Once Phelps and Naylor had finally recovered a bit, Naylor helped Phelps to the waiting area outside the operating room as well.
No one spoke.
Everyone’s thoughts were fixed on Timothy’s injuries.
Time stretched endlessly.
To the Lawson family, Timothy was their hope.
And for Jessica, the thought of Timothy in danger was unbearable.
Divorce was divorce, but she’d never wished pain or suffering on him—let alone death.
Especially not now, when he’d gotten hurt saving her and Herbert.
When she’d first seen him come barreling toward them on his bike, her initial reaction had been anger—she thought he was pulling another reckless stunt, thinking only of himself as always.
Jessica’s limbs wouldn’t stop trembling.
Vince was at the hospital that day, too, taking care of Larkin.
They could have hired a nurse, but he insisted on being there—having family around lifted a patient’s spirits, and this was a chance for him to do his part as a son.
During a quiet moment, Vince slipped away to visit Henry’s room. After all, Henry was his nephew.
He’d met Henry a few times before; to him, the boy had always just been a friend’s son.
But now, Henry was his blood—his sister’s child.
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