Jessica Sinclair Awaits Her Punishment

Jessica's bedroom felt like a cage as she paced, her thumb between her teeth.

The news of Tristan's arrival and his meeting with his father and Grandpa left Jessica worried and fearful. She knew exactly what her son would talk about—her confession yesterday.

"Madam," the middle-aged maid's voice made Jessica halt her steps. She turned to her as if to ask, "What's wrong?" with her gaze. 

"Please, madam, you have to calm down. Everything will be fine," the maid continued.

"Can you hear what they're talking about?" Jessica asked, her voice slightly raised. She couldn't hide how worried she was.

"Sorry, madam, I can't get near the master's home office. Alan is standing in front of the door." The maid's guilt was evident in her nervous voice as she confessed her inability to assist her madam.

Jessica resumed pacing back and forth. Her heart couldn't calm down. It felt like it was beating a mile per second.