NovelEnglishChapter 59
Sallie's voice was loud and sharp, startling Henry into tears. He ran to Phelps, clutching his great-grandfather's
leg. "Grandpa, Aunt Sallie's being mean to me!"
Phelps had always doted on his favorite grandson, Timothy, and naturally, he adored Henry as well. He shot
Sallie a disapproving look. "What are you doing, snapping at a child like that?"
Honestly, he was a little surprised. Jessica hadn't even cover to comfort her
son.
With a sigh, Phelps crouched down, pulled out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the tears from Henry's face. "It's
true, your great-grandpa is sick. If you don't believe me, | can call him right now and you can ask for yourself."
Henry sniffled and nodded. "Okay."
Taking Henry's hand, Phelps led him out to the living room balcony.
Sallie, meanwhile, dragged Jessica firmly into the master bedroom.
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"What is wrong with you?" she demanded. "Can't you see your son is about to be won over by that woman,
Sheila?"
Sallie looked at Jessica's impassive face and felt a surge of frustration. Any other woman would be fighting tooth
and nail right now to keep her husband and son, to draw the line against the other woman. But Jessica didn't
even seem to care enough to type a response on her phone.
Maybe not being able to speak wasn't the worst thing, Jessica thought. At least she didn't have to answer
questions she didn't want to.
"Say something!" Sallie pressed, frowning deeply.
Jessica finally took out her phone and typed a line: "It doesn't matter anymore."
Sallie clenched her fists. "Are you trying to drivecrazy? If your husband and son being taken away don't
matter, what does?"
What really mattered?
With only six months left to live, Jessica thought, nothing really mattered anymore. Just then, Phelps entered the
room as well.
Sallie hurried over, gripping Phelps's arm in exasperation. "Grandpa, Jessica is hopeless. The whole family
objected when Timothy married-"
"Sallie." Phelps cut her off. "Go keep Henry company."
Sallie let go of his arm and left, closing the door behind her.
Henry, having learned that Sheila really had left because his great-grandpa was ill, still felt glum. He trudged
back to his room.
Sallie followed and found him standing in front of a painting, fiddling with his smartwatch, trying to make a call.
She ccloser and saw the n"Miss Sheila" flashing on the tiny screen. Sallie's face hardened.
Luckily, a robotic message sounded from the watch: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable."
Sallie tried to distract him. "Hey, your dad tellsyou're a whiz with the Rubik's Cube. Why don't you show me
how it's done?"
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Henry shook his head. "I don't want to. | just miss Miss Sheila..."
His gaze lingered on the painting. He was still waiting for Miss Sheila to get out of the hospital, so he could give
it to her.
Back in Jessica's room, Phelps sat down across from her, his tone cool and
measured. "You must have noticed what's going on lately."
Jessica met his eyes. She had a feeling Phelps had known the truth from the very
beginning. That's probably why he'd called her.
Phelps pressed on. "So, what are you going to do?"
Jessica pulled out her phone and typed a single line: "Divorce Timothy."
Phelps's cloudy eyes narrowed as he read it.
"Divorce? And then what? Where would you go? How would you support yourself
—a mute woman, all alone? You must be out of your mind!"
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