Timothy had decided to marry her, and every single member of the Lawson family was against it.
In the end, it was Phelps who made the final call, silencing the rest of the family.
Still, Jessica knew perfectly well that even if everyone opposed him, Timothy wouldn't care in the least.
Seven years ago, she could feel it—his determination to marry her was unwavering.
And so, for seven long years, she'd lived in a waking dream.
Jessica lowered her gaze, lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.
What was she supposed to do now?
When Timothy set his mind to something, who could possibly stop him?
Her silence seemed to grate on Phelps, who slammed his cane against the floor in frustration.
"You're mute, not deaf!" he snapped.
Jessica lifted her eyes, rimmed faintly pink.
The only person in the Lawson family who'd ever shown her a shred of courtesy had now turned on her too.
She turned away.
She was a dying woman—there was no reason to stay and endure the Lawsons' contempt any longer.
When Phelps saw her heading for the door, he struggled to his feet, calling after her.
"Jessica!"
She didn't slow down. She walked into the living room, grabbed the handle of her suitcase, and left The Gilded Whisper Estates.
Phelps's face turned from pale to purple with rage.
He had come to warn her out of kindness, and she had the nerve to give him attitude.
If Mrs. Lawson didn't want the title anymore, he'd find someone else!
Fuming, Phelps stormed off.
Meanwhile, Mabel was a bundle of nerves. After turning things over in her mind, she finally decided to call Timothy.
At that moment, Timothy was attending a charity auction with Sheila and Henry.
When he saw Mabel's name flash on his phone, he declined the call without hesitation.
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