Jessica’s bedroom felt like a cage as she paced, her thumb between her teeth.
The news of Tristan’s arrival and his eting with his father and Grandpa left Jessica worried and fearful. She knew exactly what her son would talk about—her confession yesterday.
"Madam," the middle-aged maid’s voice made Jessica halt her steps. She turned to her as if to ask, "What’s wrong?" with her gaze.
"Please, madam, you have to calm down. Everything will be fine," the maid continued.
"Can you hear what they’re talking about?" Jessica asked, her voice slightly raised. She couldn’t hide how worried she was.
"Sorry, madam, I can’t get near the master’s ho office. Alan is standing in front of the door." The maid’s guilt was evident in her nervous voice as she confessed her inability to assist her madam.
Jessica resud pacing back and forth. Her heart couldn’t calm down. It felt like it was beating a mile per second.
’I’m finished! I’m finished! Father will kill , for sure. And William will despise . No, he might divorce .’ She scread in her heart, biting her thumb. ’What should I do?
This is because of that bitch! Areballa Donovan, you are so cruel!’
Even though she tried to answer all the questions about her fate that filled her mind, she couldn’t. She was too confused, worried, and scared.
She could imagine her fate now.
The secret she had kept so well all this ti, the nightmare she tried to bury for years to make sure no one would know until she died, was eventually revealed. Annoyingly, she was the one who exposed it.
"Madam," another maid rushed into the room, pulling Jessica out of her thoughts. The maid stood a few steps from Jessica, her pale face making Jessica feel her blood run cold, knowing her punishnt was near.
"What happened?" the middle-aged maid asked her friend, approaching her, curious about the latest news from the first floor.
The young maid didn’t answer imdiately. She took in as much fresh air as possible; she felt breathless after sprinting from the first floor to this place. She patted her chest gently as if to calm her heart.
After feeling better, she looked at Jessica with worry. "Master Tristan, he just left the house. And, he looks furious; he didn’t even say anything back to Alan when Alan asked him sothing."
Jessica felt her knees turn to jelly. She almost fell, but the maids rushed to help her and brought her to sit on the sofa.
She felt heartbroken as she settled on the sofa, knowing that Tristan must be angry at her.
Her mind started to fill with countless questions, making her even more worried and nervous.
’I’m dood! I’m really dood this ti. Tristan must have reported everything to William and Father, right?’
’No! I’ll be fine. They won’t do anything to !’
’Yes, I’ll be fine. They don’t have any evidence that I was involved. It all happened a long ti ago. I’m sure nothing would lead to . No trace could lead to .’
A slight hope now appeared in her heart, ’You will be fine, Jess! Yes, you will...be fine!’
"Madam—"
One more, the voice of the middle-aged maid pulled Jessica back from her confused-worry thoughts.
She turned to her maid, asking, "What is it?"
"Master asks you to co downstairs, ma’am..." the maid answered.
Jessica’s heart sank, and her hands were as cold as ice as she stood up from her seat and started to walk.
Standing before her husband’s ho office, Jessica felt increasingly restless. She could only nod slowly when Alan greeted her.
Before entering the room, she took a deep breath, adjusting her worried and frightened expression to appear calm. She was pretending not to know what had happened.
Instantly, there was no trace of fear on her face, only a friendly smile and a relaxed expression as she walked into the room.
"Father, Will," she greeted them calmly with a smile. "Why did you call here?" she asked again as she sat before them.
Her calm deanor belied the turmoil inside—even though her heart was pounding, she felt anxious—she knew what they wanted to talk about.
Jessica’s fear deepened when she saw anger and disgust in her father-in-law’s eyes.
And, when she turned to see her husband, William, her heart sank, knowing how sad he was now.
The grip of her hand on her thigh beca tighter and colder. She realized that this could be the end for her.
After a few minutes passed, Jessica asked again. Still, they only stared at her without saying anything, giving her the silent treatnt.
"Father, Husband, what’s wrong? Why are you both looking at like that? Please say sothing, don’t make nervous."
"What’s your motive for doing that?" Lewis Sinclair finally spoke. His tone was calm, but his fierce gaze couldn’t conceal his fury.
"Father, do what?" Jessica frowned. She knew what he was referring to, but she acted clueless.
"You are so heartless, evil, Jessica. Now, after you’ve been exposed, you still deny it?" Lewis Sinclair snapped in annoyance while pointing his finger at Jessica. "What an evil woman, inhumane. You created such a nasty plot to take your own mother-in-law’s life?"
Jessica felt her heart sink as she saw how furious her father-in-law was.
Her voice trembled, "F-Father, I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you are talking about."
"You lowly thing! Stop your lies. We already have evidence that you were involved in my wife’s death!"
Jessica gasped.
"Father, how could you say that?" Jessica responded in fright. "How could I do that? I didn’t, Father. Please trust ." Her eyes slowly turned red as she held back tears.
"Stop your nonsense, Jessica Harris!" Lewis’ eyes turned fierce, looking at this devil woman. "How could you still not admit your actions when Tristan already has the evidence?"
Jessica was shocked to hear that.
’Did they really have the evidence? Seriously? How so? Did Bella have it? No way! Impossible...’ Jessica doubted it.
But she said nothing; now, only tears flowed down her cheeks.
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