NovelStartChapter 107
As soon as Timothy stepped into the departure lounge, an announcement echoed through the hall.
"Attention, passengers. We regret to inform you that the flight originally scheduled to depart for Capital City at
11:58 PM has been delayed due to severe thunderstorms and heavy rain at your destination. Please monitor the
departure screens or check your airlineand booking channels for real-tupdates..."
Timothy pulled out his phone and quickly scrolled through the latest weather reports and news from Capital City.
The city was under a red alert for thunderstorms and torrential rain-lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and the
downpour showed no sign of letting up. According to meteorologists, the severe weather was expected to persist
for at least the next six hours.
There was no way he'd be flying to Capital City tonight.
Just then, his phone buzzed. Secretary Allen was calling.
"President Lawson, I've seen the news. All flights to Capital City have been canceled. I'm on my way to the
airport."
There was nothing more Timothy could do; he'd have to turn back for now.
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Secretary Allen met him at the terminal exit.
"President Lawson, would you liketo take you home, or...?"
"Let's go to the hospital."
Since he was back, there was no reason to leave Henry's care to Sheila any longer.
When the car pulled up outside the hospital, Timothy paused before getting out. "Wait here for a moment," he
said.
He made his way to Henry's hospital room.
Sheila had fallen asleep, her head resting on the edge of Henry's bed.
Timothy's brow furrowed. He gently tapped Sheila's shoulder.
She woke with a start, blinking up at him. "Timothy? What are you doing here again?" she whispered, careful not
to disturb Henry.
"You'll catch cold sleeping like this. Secretary Allen is waiting outside-go hand get srest. I'll stay with
Henry tonight."
"Did you find Jessica?" she asked softly.
"I did," Timothy replied, his voice low. "Don't worry about her for now. Just go hand get ssleep."
"But."
"No buts, Sheila. You can't stay up like this. It's not good for you."
Reluctantly, Sheila rose to her feet. "Alright, I'll go. You shouldn't stay up too late either. There's an empty bed in
here you can get srest. The doctor said Henry should be discharged tomorrow."
"Okay."
After Sheila left, Timothy sent a quick message to Secretary Allen, asking him to drive Sheila back to The Gilded
Whisper Estates.
Sheila climbed into the car, settling into the back seat. She immediately noticed a beautifully wrapped gift bag
beside her.
She picked it up, asking casually, "Secretary Allen, what's this?"
Secretary Allen glanced over his shoulder. "It's probably President Lawson's," he said as he started the car.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Sheila opened the bag and pulled out a small box.
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Secretary Allen watched in the rearview mirror, frowning as Sheila began unwrapping what was obviously
President Lawson's property. He seemed about to protest, but thought better of it and kept quiet.
Inside the box was an exquisitely crafted swan brooch. Two elegant swans, their beaks nearly touching, each
held a teardrop-shaped pearl-delicate and beautiful.
A small smile played at Sheila's lips.
Timothy hadn't forgotten their shared past after all.
When she was a child, she'd once decided on a whim to raise a pair of swans at home, but she could barely take
care of them herself. She'd constantly begged Timothy to help out.
Those swans had been with them for years.
When they finally passed away, she'd been heartbroken for ages.
Timothy had taken photos of those swans and commissioned all sorts of crystal keepsakes for her—miniatures
for her car, her desk, even keychains and bag charms.
Sheila took out her phone, snapped a photo of the swan brooch, and sent it to Timothy with a message:
Timothy, is this for me?
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