Timothy was just about to explain when the shrill ring of his phone cut him off.
His heart stuttered. Was it Sheila calling?
He’d intended to head straight to Moonstrand Villas, but then he’d realized—if Jessica was leaving, Vince would be the one to drive her. She hadn’t been back to The Gilded Whisper Estates for the past two or three days, which meant she must have had somewhere else to stay. So he’d waited outside Zimmerman Manor, and sure enough, he’d seen Vince walk her out.
He’d tailed them all the way here.
His original plan was just to find out where she was living and leave.
But in the end, he just couldn’t help himself. He’d followed her inside.
Sheila would be worried if he didn’t show up soon.
But the call wasn’t from Sheila. It was Kane Sutton.
Timothy hung up, his voice noticeably gentler as he turned back. “What’s going on between Sheila and me isn’t what you think. Seven years ago, when I married you, it was because—”
His phone rang again.
Still Kane.
Irritated, Timothy snatched up the call. “This better be important, Kane!”
“Timothy, Sheila just fell from the terrace at Moonstrand Villas. If I hadn’t come by tonight, worried she’d be spending the holiday all alone, God knows how long she would’ve been lying there before anyone found her!”
Timothy’s face tightened. “How is she now?”
“She’s in the ambulance—listen, the paramedics are working on her right now. Just how cold-hearted can you be, leaving her all alone at Moonstrand Villas?”
“Which hospital? I’m coming now.”
Without a second thought, Timothy grabbed Jessica by the arm, pulled her away from the door, and yanked it open, still clutching his phone as he headed out.
Left facing the door, Jessica’s smile didn’t last. Tears spilled down her cheeks before she even realized.
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