NovelOnlineChapter 65
Jessica signed, her hands moving in graceful arcs. "I don't quite understand- what do you mean?"
"She means the idea of you making sextra money with your paper cuttings," Herbert explained. "She
doesn't know you're married to Timothy. She probably thinks, since you can't speak, life must be hard for you
and wants to help by introducing sbusiness your way."
A gentle smile touched Jessica's lips as her slender fingers danced. "Mrs. Reynolds is just looking out for me. |
don't mind at all."
Herbert glanced over at The Gilded Whisper Estates-an enormous mansion, easily several times the size of his
family home. There was absolutely no need for Jessica to work for extra cash.
Yet Jessica showed no trace of arrogance or vanity from marrying into wealth. She still cut paper decorations for
his mother and never made her status public. She remained as gentle and kind as ever, humble without being
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Even though she couldn't speak, she was someone truly worthy of care and affection.
"Little Mute, is he good to you?" Herbert asked suddenly.
Jessica hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. But soon, she smiled and signed, "He's very good."
"By the way, that necklace | gave you last time-why haven't you been wearing it?"
Jessica felt a pang of guilt at the mention of the necklace.
Luckily, only the voice recorder inside had broken. Timothy had thrown it to the floor that day before dragging
her out to the car. She hadn't had a chance to go back and pick it up.
"| left it at my old place-forgot to bring it with me," she signed, fibbing just a little. She planned to find stime
to return and see if she could get it fixed before giving it back to Herbert. It was real diamond, far too expensive
for her to keep.
"I see," Herbert said, satisfied. "Once you get it back, use it often-it'll get easier the more you practice."
Jessica nodded.
Herbert got into his car, rolled the window down halfway, and waved. "Bye, Little Mute."
Jessica watched him drive away. In truth, Herbert had changed a lot gone from a streetwise punk to the heir of a
wealthy family.
As Jessica turned away, a flashy red Maserati pulled up with a roar and stopped right beside her.
Sallie emerged, tall and striking in her fashionable outfit. Her chestnut curls tumbled over her shoulders, lips
painted a bold red, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose. She shoved the car door open, swinging her
sunglasses up onto her head, and glared at Jessica with open disdain.
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"With Timothy out of the house, you sure have snerve-bringing strange men right to the front door!"
Sallie had seen clearly-it was the sman from the fabric market with Jessica that day.
Not understanding sign language, Sallie always found it hard to talk with Jessica; but Jessica saw no need to
explain herself. She simply turned and walked toward the mansion.
"Hey-wait up!" Sallie hurried after her, stepping in front to block her path. "Don't get too full of yourself."
She hadn't chere today to bicker, but Jessica's attitude was infuriating.
Jessica looked at her coolly, saying nothing.
Sallie huffed, arms crossed. "I was at the hospital yesterday, and your precious son-his head was full of Sheila. |
even tried to talk ssense into him for you! That Sheila is here to break up your family, and your little brat-
he's a real ingrate, wouldn't listen to a word | said. Jessica, you'd better keep an eye on your son and your
husband."
Jessica couldn't help but wonder if she ought to feel grateful. After all, it was rare for her formidable sister-in-law
to take her side, even if only a little.
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