Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 27

Too bad-she only caught air.

The necklace box slipped from her grasp, tumbling to the ground and striking the edge of a stone trough nearby.

The necklace popped out of its case, bouncing once before landing inside the trough.

Her childhood home was a cozy little courtyard house. Right inside the front door, beneath the eaves, sat a long stone basin where her grandmother used to plant pennywort. Kept under the overhang, the trough would fill with rainwater on stormy days, and even though Jessica rarely visited over the years, the pennywort still thrived, lush and green.

Unfortunately, hidden behind the diamond pendant was a tiny speaker-an electronic device. Herbert had warned her: it mustn't get wet.

Now that it had fallen into water, it was sure to be ruined.

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes as she stared at Timothy in despair.

She only had six months left. There was no way she could travel to Zurich for treatment for her aphasia.

For someone trapped in a silent world, that necklace meant everything. At the very least, it helped her communicate with others.

Timothy must have noticed how much it mattered to her, because his hand shot out, gripping her chin.

"I'd remind you, you're still Mrs. Lawson. How could you so casually accept jewelry from another man?"

Jessica wanted to say she was done being Mrs. Lawson. But no sound came from her throat, not even a whisper.

Timothy seized her wrist and dragged her outside, shoving her into the car. He yanked the seatbelt across her and snapped it into place.

She signed frantically, "Timothy, what are you

really don't know what you've

seen Herbert give her

Necklace just now.

thrown it away right

meant he

Jessica was even

she wanted

door shut and slid into

"Who was that man?"

She was dying anyway-she didn't care what Timothy might do

She didn't want to drag him into this. He'd given her the

living abroad for years. He just came back and brought me a

eyes icy. "You're good at changing the

Jessica frowned, frustrated.

"You've refused to come home

"It has nothing to do with him. If you have a problem,

his gaze away and starting the

didn't want to

wait until he returned from Oakwood,

ride was

exhaustion overtook her, and

her eyes again, Timothy had parked