"I don't have any regret." Jessica felt happier and relieved now that Randolph was gone, she didn’t
think she had done anything wrong.
Dolores stared at Jessica silently for a few moments before asking. "Have you considered whether or
not this is against the law, and how it would affect me?"
"I have." Jessica believed she could continue to look after the kids for her if she managed to flee or that
she would take responsibility if she was arrested, but she could no longer do so. "Even without me,
you'll have a fantastic life. Matthew appears to be a kind man, and since you are the mother of his
children, he will treat you properly even if it is for the sake of his children."
"So, you had everything prepared for me?" Dolores clenched her fists.
"Please accept my apologies." Jessica couldn't think of anything more to say.
Dolores was emotional, and it took all of her strength not to cry in front of Jessica. "What should I tell
Samuel and Simona in the future after they claimed they missed you two days ago? That their
grandmother is a murderer?"
Jessica's face tensed as she heard the word murderer.
Dolores had realized her lack of sensitivity and immediately regretted it.
"Enjoy your life." Jessica then stood up and walked over to the front door. She paused for a moment,
her hand on the doorknob. "There's no going back for me now, don't blame me because I can't keep
my commitment to look after you properly, I'm sincerely sorry."
Dolores was self-blaming and didn't realize the meaning behind her statements.
Jessica would have noticed her intention and stopped her if she had concerned her a little more.
She had the chance to put an end to it all, but now...
Dolores sobbed, her face buried in her hands, knowing Jessica would be going to prison no matter
what.
She had the opportunity to have a happy life in her remaining years, but she decided to ruin it to get
revenge on Randolph.
Was it all worth it?
Hearing Dolores cry hurt Jessica's heart. "Don't be sad, I made the decision understanding the
repercussions, the only thing I forgot to consider was your and the children's feelings, tell them..."
"Tell them their grandma went to a faraway location, don't ever bring them over and don't tell them what
I did, I'm not a good role model," Jessica added, her eyes stung.
"You, too, don't come to see me again," Jessica said as she opened the door.
She hurriedly left after that, fearful of hearing Dolores' cries and fearful of regretting her decision if she
stayed any longer.
Boyce and Matthew were standing in the hallway, staring as the door opened.
"May I chat with you privately?" Jessica fixed her gaze on Matthew.
Boyce sensed Matthew's intention when he didn't respond, so he said, "You two have a chat," and
walked away.
Jessica walked up to him, her hands clasped in front of her. “Can you do me a favour?” she requested
after a while.
“Please go on,” Matthew said calmly, his tone devoid of passion.
“Lola went through a lot when she was with me since I didn't take good care of her and now I've made
her sad. I'm sad and guilty, and I'm afraid I won't be able to care for the kids any longer, please look
after them.”
“They are my wife and children, and I will not allow any more harm to come to them.” He didn't make a
commitment, but he made it sounded like one.
“I have faith in you.” Jessica reached into her pocket and handed Matthew a piece of jewellery. “Please
give it to her and tell her it was given to her by her mother.”
Matthew turned it down.
“She is pretty emotional right now, so...” Jessica swiftly explained.
Matthew grasped the situation and took the necklace.
There was no pendant on the platinum necklace. He contemplated the necklace as he remembered
Jessica's words. “You left her this?” he inquired, having a strange feeling.
Jessica remained silent for a moment before responding, "Yes." She said after a little pause.
“She's still in the room, her feeling is unstable, have a look at her.”
Jessica then went to the door and called for Boyce.
Boyce didn't immediately bring her out, instead, he looked at Matthew for his thoughts.
Matthew made a wave. Boyce understood that gesture and took Jessica away.
Matthew took a step back and examined the necklace in his hand, sensing a deeper meaning in
Jessica's words.
But then he convinced himself that if Jessica wasn't her mother, who was?
He believed he overthought it, but Jessica's method of putting it was strange.
He then set the jewellery down and proceeded to Boyce's office.
Somebody was sobbing behind the half-opened door.
It sounded sad and depressing.
His sight darkened and he gently pushed open the door.
Dolores instantly turned away from the sound of someone entering, not because she was feeling better,
but because she didn't want to cry in front of others.
Dolores didn't glance at Matthew when he approached. “Let's go,” she replied, wiping her face.
Matthew pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair. “You don't have to be tough in front of me if you
want to cry.”
“I'm upset and sad not because she didn't tell me, but because what she did is not worthwhile, it's not
worth it to lose her life for such a bastard,” Dolores said, her head buried in his chest.
“Perhaps it is worthwhile for her?” Matthew consoled her. “Do you believe she could relax or be happy
in her life if there is always something concealed in her heart that she can't let go of?”
Matthew had his points, and Dolores was silent. She couldn't accept it, though.
“How long will she be imprisoned for if there is adequate evidence?” she asked, her hands gripping
Matthew's collar.
With his hand, he massaged her back, rubbed down her spine, and reassured her. “It won't be long.”
Dolores was still nervous, but she had gotten better. She hoped that with Boyce's help, Jessica's
sentence would be reduced.
“Let's go home.” Matthew encircled her waist with his arms.
He wrapped Dolores in his jacket and walked out of the room as Dolores nodded in his arms. Outside,
Boyce was waiting for them.
“Don't worry, I won't let your mother suffer, this is just an accident, and her penalty will be reduced. It
won't take long.” He reassured Dolores.
He put a lot of emphasis on the word "accident."
Dolores instantly grasped the situation. “Thank you,” she expressed her gratitude.
“There is no need to thank me,” Boyce said with a smile.
Even after the New Year, the weather remained frigid, with snow melting and water tickling everywhere.
The vehicle arrived at the Nelson residence.
Dolores cleaned her face and delicately patted it to improve her appearance. She didn't want the kids
to know she was crying because it was New Year.
Simona dashed up to her as soon as she entered the home, hardly having time to change into her
slippers. “Mommy, mommy, is this for me?" Simona grabbed her leg and showed off the pigeon egg in
her hand.
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