Long, slender fingers danced across the keyboard. After a moment, he handed her the phone.
"Give it a try. This ring can speak too."
Jessica glanced at the screen. It was the same app Herbert had helped her download that night.
She froze, caught off guard.
Timothy pressed the phone into her hand, then bent down to gather up the fabric on the table, stuffing it into his suitcase.
She stood abruptly and placed her hand firmly over his, stopping him.
With careful, practiced gestures, she signed, *I'm not going back.*
Timothy's face darkened at once, a flash of anger in his eyes. "I came all this way to bring you home myself. What more do you want?"
The words had barely left his lips when his phone rang.
Fishing it out of his suit pocket, he saw Sheila's name on the screen and answered immediately.
"This is Sheila's attending physician. Am I speaking to Timothy?" The voice on the other end was urgent.
Timothy's brows knitted together. "What happened to Sheila?"
"Miss Howard had a fall just now. Her wound reopened, and she's lost a lot of blood. The last unit you arranged wasn't enough. Could you please send over another bag as soon as possible?"
"I understand. I'll take care of it right away."
He ended the call and quickly dialed another number as he strode for the door.
Moments later, the door closed behind him, shutting Jessica out completely.
The sharp click of the door jarred Jessica from her thoughts. She looked down at the ring on her finger.
She slipped it off and placed it in the velvet box Timothy had left behind.
A bitter smile tugged at her lips. How foolish she was.
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