Chapter 97 This Is My Duty
On the way back to the villa, Jessica got another call from John. She figured he was going to scold her about the Kevin incident again, so she ignored it.
James asked, "Why aren't you picking up?"
Jessica sighed, "I don't want to. I know my dad loves me, but Pearl and Joan are also his family. I don't want to argue with him or be manipulated by them. So, I'm not answering."
Her understanding broke James's heart. While driving, he reached over and touched her hair.
Jessica looked at him and smiled, "Thanks, James. If you hadn't shown up that day, I might have been in big trouble with the Evans family."
"You're my wife; it's my duty," James replied calmly.
Jessica felt his words were more comforting than any love declaration. But her happiness was short-lived when they got home.
As soon as James's car pulled into the courtyard, they saw a beautiful figure squatting by the steps. It was Rose.
James quickly got out, helped her up, and asked, "Rose? What are you doing here?"
With tearful eyes, Rose said, "James, why didn't you come to see me tonight? I'm so scared, I can't sleep, I can't control myself."
As she spoke, she intentionally revealed the arm that bore a cigarette burn.
James was shocked and grabbed her hand, "What happened to your arm?"
Rose shook her head, crying, "I'm sorry, I don't know why this happened. I just wanted to use the pain to stay awake and not ruin your family. I came to see you. Goodbye, James, I'm leaving."
With that, she tried to walk away.
But James couldn't let her go. He grabbed her and said, "Rose, it's my fault. I promised to be with you."
Little did he expect Rose's episodes to ramp up in frequency like this.
Not far away, Jessica stood there in a daze, watching them. It was as if her heart was being crushed by a massive hand, engulfed in layers of unbearable pain and suffocation.
She held back her tears, took a deep breath, and walked straight into the house, trying to keep her dignity.
Rose looked pitiful and said to James, "I'm sorry, James. I know I shouldn't have come. But without you, I can't handle it."
"I know, it's not your fault," James said, patting her back. "Wait here. I'll go inside, pack some things, and come back out."
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