Chapter 151 She Might Need Some Time Alone
Jessica's heart ached as she looked at John. For a moment, she felt a twinge of sympathy. But then, her anger flared up, fueled by memories of her ordeal.
"Dad, do you know how dangerous heatstroke is? It could be fatal! She locked me in that room, making me wronged. She never showed me any mercy," Jessica said angrily.
John's face hardened. To him, Jessica was siding with James to against her own family. She was choosing James over them.
"Jessica, you've changed," he said, disappointed. "How can you be so heartless? If you insist on this, then from today on, we're no longer father and daughter! You're part of the Kelly family now. We can't afford to provoke you."
John turned and walked away, not looking back, leaving Jessica standing there. Her legs went weak, and she almost fell.
James caught her and asked softly, "Are you okay?"
Jessica stared blankly where John had left, her mind empty.
Tears fell as she choked out, "What did my dad say? He doesn't want me anymore. My dad doesn't want me anymore."
She tried to stop the tears, but they only flowed more.
James comforted her, "Jessica, you still have me."
The more he said this, the worse she felt. She thought painfully, 'What different about having him? He belongs to Rose, and he'll end this marriage sooner or later. Dad doesn't want me, and one day, James won't either. Then I'll have nothing.'
"Don't touch me." Jessica suddenly pushed him away and ran upstairs.
She couldn't let herself fall further into the dream James had woven. If no one wanted her, she'd get used to being alone and live strongly.
Olivia heard the commotion and asked, "Mr. Kelly, what's wrong with Mrs. Kelly? Did you fight?"
James looked upstairs and said, "No. She might need some space."
Jessica locked herself in the room until it was dark outside.
John's words kept echoing in her mind.
But who could she talk with? Was she really so untrustworthy?
She even doubted if she had pushed Pearl. Could it have been an accident?
The door lock clicked, and James walked in with a tray.
He saw Jessica sitting on the bed, looking lost.
A trace of pity flashed in his eyes as he walked over and said, "Eat something first. We can solve the problems slowly, but your health is the most important."
He hold Jessica and said softly, "It hurts me to see you like this."
"You? Hurt for me?" Jessica muttered.
James smiled, "If I didn't care about you, why would I book the earliest flight to the Evans family to save you? If I didn't care, why would I make you food when you locked yourself in the room?"
Jessica's heart trembled at his words, and her eyes fell on the porridge and dishes on the tray.
It wasn't made by Olivia.
Olivia knew she liked spicy food, so her dishes were always tangy and dark.
But the food James made was light, clean, and brightly colored, looking appetizing.
Jessica forced a faint smile and said softly, "Thank you."
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