StartNovelA nurse wheeled Timothy down the hall toward his room, with Naylor hurrying right behind. Secretary Allen
stepped forward to steady Phelps, guiding him in the sdirection.
"When did he end up in another accident?" Phelps asked, his voice tense.
"A few days ago," Allen replied truthfully. He'd only discovered Timothy was hospitalized when he cby to get
his signature on simportant documents.
"Do you know how it happened?"
"Not exactly. | didn't dare ask too much."
Phelps let out a frustrated sigh, his brow furrowing deeper. He pressed on, asking what had happened that
evening.
Allen recounted everything as it had happened, then handed over Timothy's phone. Blood had dried in streaks
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtalong the screen, and the display was frozen on a photo. Phelps tapped to see it more clearly, realizing it had
been opened from Vince's social media feed.
He studied the photo and, after a moment, finally understood. Jessica wasn't just anyone-she was Salome. So
Timothy had always kept a place for Jessica in his heart. The realization seemed to bring Phelps srelief.
"Sir, why would President Lawson be so shaken by a single photograph of his wife that he'd collapse from the
stress?" Allen asked, careful to keep his tone casual. As Timothy's secretary, there were things he needed to
understand, but he didn't want to appear nosy.
The old chairman sighed heavily. "Jessica is Vince's younger sister. She and Timothy were inseparable as kids.
She knew Timothy had lost his mother, and she'd always try to share hers-every winter, when they built
snowmen, she'd make an extra one just for Timothy. But in this photo, there were only four snowmen. That
must've hit Timothy hard."
Allen was visibly surprised. So the lady was actually from the Zimmerman family. And President Lawson had
coughed up blood-all over a photograph? But deep down, Allen knew President Lawson still cared for her. He
remembered that stormy night...
"Sir, | have to take an urgent call. I'll be back in a moment."
"Go ahead, don't worry about us. We'll stay with Timothy," the chairman replied.
Allen hurried to the end of the hallway and dialed Jessica's number.
When Jessica saw his nflash on her phone, she frowned. She thought she'd made things clear the last time
they shouldn't have any more contact. Still, she wasn't the kind to blothers unfairly. Secretary Allen was just
Timothy's assistant; he probably didn't know the whole story. She answered the call to set things straight.
Allen barely waited for her to say hello before blurting, "Ma'am, President Lawson
"Secretary Allen," Jessica cut him off, her voice firm. "I've already filed for divorce with him. There's just two
weeks left in the cooling-off period before it's final. He's agreed to everything. As far as I'm O concerned, we're
already finished. Whatever happens to him-hospitalization, fainting, whatever-is none of my business. If you
need to inform someone, talk to the Lawsons."
"And another thing-I'm not his wife anymore, so there's no reason for us to keep in touch. If you callagain
about him, I'll have no choice but to block your number."
Allen had always been diligent and respectful, never giving Jessica reason to be angry with him, so she didn't cut
him off just yet.
"Ma'am, please, just hearout," Allen pleaded. "I'm not calling about President Lawson's health. There's
something important I think you don't know, and | really feel you should."
"Is this about Timothy?" Jessica asked, her tone cooling further.
"It concerns both of you. That night of the thunderstorm in the capital-when President Lawson took your call-"
"Secretary Allen!" Jessica's voice was cold, her patience gone. "I'm not interested in anything related to Timothy.
I don't want to know."
"Ma'am, please! This is important and it has to do with the brooch..."
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