“You’re really good at convincing yourself, aren’t you?” Vince scoffed.
“Call it self-conviction, call it delusion, the result is the same. I never used to believe in destiny, but now I do. She wanted to marry me when we were kids. Even though she forgot about me, she still ended up marrying me when she grew up.”
Vince let out a cold laugh. “That’s some twisted logic.”
“Twisted or not, her not showing up today… don’t you think that could be destiny too?”
Vince smiled and nodded slowly. “You’re right. It is destiny. I have a feeling she will always belong to you.”
Timothy’s eyes narrowed. “You sound like you’re implying something.”
“I’m just suddenly thinking you might have a point. So you’re really not going to divorce her.”
“Never. I never wanted a divorce in the first place. I only agreed this time because I felt I had no other choice. If she doesn’t want to see me right now, that’s fine. I won’t bother her. I’ll give her space. If she wants to make movies, I’ll give her the resources. I’ll give her anything she wants, except a divorce.”
Vince stared at him intently. “You really think you can do anything, don’t you?”


Timothy took a deep breath. This time, he would set things right. He would have a serious talk with Henry and call a family meeting to correct everyone’s attitude towards Jessica. He was going to give her the happy, warm home she deserved.
When Vince returned to Jessica's hospital, he found her asleep. The medication she was on had a sedative effect, and besides, rest was what she needed most. Herbert was sitting watch by her bed. Vince motioned for him to step outside.
“You’re a doctor,” Vince said once they were in the hallway. “Is there any way you can issue a death certificate for her?”


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