NovelTrueChapter 591
Herbert gazed at Jessica, his expression uncertain. Was she only thanking him because she wanted to reconcile
with Timothy?
"Jess, I'm not sure | understand what you mean. Can you explain it a little more?" he asked gently.
Jessica looked down, her voice soft but steady. "What | mean is, I'm about to divorce him. If | suddenly owed him
my life, and something happened to him, I'd feel trapped by that debt. Now that he's safe, | can leave him with a
clear conscience."
She patiently laid her feelings bare.
"So you're really set on divorcing him?" Herbert asked.
She nodded. "Yes, I've made up my mind. | don't want to waste another seven years, Herbert..."
This morning, he'd been busy saving Timothy. She hadn't even found a moment to talk to him properly.
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She had given seven years of her life to Timothy. She knew too well what it meant to pin all your hopes on
someone for that long.
Jessica had sacrificed seven years for Timothy. Herbert, too, had spent seven years—for her—trying to cure her
muteness.
A lump formed in Jessica's throat, and her nose turned pink. "You're such a fool. | never realized there could be
someone in this world just as foolish as me. You know it's not worth it, right?"
Giving up yourself... for someone else.
"I remember when we were kids, you wrote in your essay that you wanted to be a police officer when you grew
up. To fight for justice, protect your family, keep your mom safe from harm."
"So why did you give up on your dream?"
"Why are you so, so foolish?"
Only those who've lived it can truly understand.
Jessica loved animation, but for Timothy, she gave it up. She stayed home, bechis wife, bore his child,
tended to their home-abandoning all her own dreams.
Herbert had wanted to keep his feelings hidden until after Jessica's divorce.
"Honestly, those childhood essays about dreams were just made up to get through the assignment..." Herbert
murmured, his gaze faltering under Jessica's clear, searching eyes.
But now, at this point, if he didn't tell the truth, he'd regret it for the rest of his life. "Alright, | won't lie to you
anymore."
He took a breath. "Because you wanted to speak, | beca doctor."
"The moment | left our little town, my dream changed. | wanted to be a doctor, because only by becoming one
could I help you-my Little Mute-speak again."
Jessica's tears slipped down, silent and warm.
There was someone in this world-someone not bound to her by blood-who loved her with his whole heart.
When Herbert saw her crying, he panicked. He fumbled in his pocket for a handkerchief and, his voice rough,
whispered, "Don't cry, Jess Seeing you cry breaks my heart. I'm sorry | cback too late. Idet you suffer so
much..."
The guilt always ate at him.
He remembered, especially, the day she told him Timothy never let her meet anyone. Every time, Timothy would
give her a check and send her away millions, just to keep he isolated. That day, Herbert had been so angry he'd
wanted to hit something.
He'd lost control. Even though she'd messaged him again and again, telling him not to come, he'd stormed into
the Lawson Corporation anyway, grabbing a golf club in a blind rage.
He'd been too reckless. That was what led Timothy to threaten her with the Wheeler Group, trapping her in that
prison for seven years.
Herbert's voice was tight. "I'm so sorry. | should have csooner."
Jessica shook her head, gently taking the handkerchief. "No, you weren't too late. Not at all. If anything, I'm sorry
for making you
give up seven years for me. Pknow exactly what that feels like
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