“I’ll admit it—he did save Jessy, and we owe him our thanks. But that doesn’t erase the damage he’s done, does it?”
Vince didn’t want to sound so harsh, but Sallie’s attitude was making his blood boil.
Herbert had given everything from the heart, and yet she still wanted to brush it all aside with money.
Was that kind of sincerity something you could buy off with a check?
Just like Jessy—she’d given seven years of her life to Timothy. Could money really pay for that kind of devotion?
Vince’s words infuriated Sallie.
“He nearly gave his life for Jessica! If he’d lost his life, that’s forever. Isn’t a lifetime worth more than seven years? More than fifteen? Why do you only see his faults and never his good side?”
“And what about you? Have you ever really seen what Jessy’s done for him?”
It was pointless. Each of them was convinced they were right, unable to see the other’s side. The conversation broke down completely.
Herbert gently patted Jessica’s back, then eased her from his embrace. “Wait here for now, Jess. I need to get to the conference. Right now, saving Timothy is what matters most. We’ll talk about us later, okay?”
Jessica nodded, tears shining in her eyes. “Go ahead. Take care of what you need to.”
She watched Herbert walk away.
Maybe it was just then that Herbert’s shoulders seemed so much broader to her.
She quickly brushed the tears from her cheeks and turned away.
This crisis with Timothy had started because of her. Now, all she could do was wait and hope he would be all right.
Vince came over to her. “Let’s get some air. If there’s any news, Herbert will call you.”
He just didn’t want Jessica stuck here, giving Sallie more chances to say something that would upset her. With her condition, she really couldn’t afford more emotional turmoil.
“Yeah,” Vince replied. Jessica, not being especially close to them, merely nodded politely.
“Are you heading home?” Yates asked.
“We’re just taking a walk nearby. If you’re going up to see Timothy, go ahead.”
Vince and Jessica strolled off together.
Yates and Kane stood watching them go, saying nothing for a moment. Finally, Kane spoke up. “Do you think Vince is going to stop talking to me?”
He remembered that first day he’d seen Jessica again—he’d called her mute, even said Timothy marrying her would be a slap in Sheila’s face. Timothy had been furious, had even thrown a glass.
And Vince… well, enough said.
Yates just shrugged. “I have no idea. You’ll have to figure that out for yourself.”
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