NovelEnglishChapter 50
When Jessica tried calling Timothy, all she got was a cold, automated message:
"We're sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable."
With a heavy sigh, Jessica lowered her phone.
Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, splattering onto the screen.
Timothy had locked her in the car and then switched off his phone.
It didn't even seem to occur to him that she might suffocate in there.
For seven years, he'd hardly paid any attention to her life.
She was invisible to him.
So, of course he'd never stop to wonder if she was uncomfortable, trapped in the
car.
Of course.
He'd never cared if she was cold or tired.
Jessica drew in a shaky breath and closed her eyes.
She didn't even consider calling Mabel to fetch him.
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In the end, she had no choice but to reach out to 911.
Thankfully, society had made strides in supporting people with disabilities, and there was even a dedicated silent
emergency texting service for the hearing impaired.
Jessica typed her address and explained her situation, sending the message to emergency services. It wasn't
long before help was dispatched.
The police even arranged for an ambulance.
Jessica managed to hold on until she heard the sound of sirens—but then everything went black.
Firefighters rushed into The Gilded Whisper Estates the moment they arrived.
Once they confirmed someone was inside the car, they immediately smashed the window.
Mabel was busy inside the house when she heard the commotion outside. She ran out, just in tto see
firefighters breaking Timothy's car window.
She had no idea how they got the door open.
By then, Jessica was unconscious, being loaded onto a stretcher by the medics.
Eyes wide with shock, Mabel hurried back inside, pounding on the master bedroom door.
Timothy was fast asleep, but the noise and the distant wail of sirens eventually woke him.
"Sir! Sir! Please open up!"
"Jessica's collapsed in the car!"
He glanced at the clock on the wall-it was already ten.
Throwing off the covers, Timothy jumped up and rushed outside.
The fire truck and ambulance were just leaving as he got there.
He looked at his car. The window glass was shattered all over the ground.
His jaw tightened.
His car was programmed to lock automatically, yet Jessica had just sat there and never got out.
Unbelievable.
All this fuss.
"Sir, the ambulance took her away. Aren't you going to the hospital to check on her?"
Timothy strode back to the bedroom and quickly changed.
He reached for his phone and realized it was dead.
After grabbing his things, he switched to another car and set his phone on the wireless charger.
As he drove, the phone powered back on.
Almost immediately, he got a call from Sheila.
At the stime, he saw a new text message cin.
He answered the call.
"Timothy, you need to cto the hospital-Henry's spiked another fever and
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they've rushed him into emergency."
"I'll be right there."
He hung up, his mind on Henry, not even glancing at his messages.
When he arrived, Sheila was anxiously waiting outside the ER.
"How did his fever get so bad again?"
"The doctor said it's probably the flu-kids have weak immune systems, so it'll take a while to get through it."
Timothy's thoughts flickered to Jessica, remembering she'd been taken to the hospital too.
He didn't even know which hospital she'd been taken to, and the uncertainty nagged at him.
He stepped aside and called his assistant.
"Find out which hospital my wife was taken to."
He ended the call.
Sheila looked at him, concern in her eyes. "Is Jessica sick?"
Timothy pressed his lips together, saying nothing.
A brief silence.
Sheila gently suggested, "Maybe you should check on her. I'll stay with Henry."
"Let's wait until Henry's out of the ER," Timothy murmured.
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