Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 30

"Miss Jessica, she... she slit her wrists. There was so much blood..."

The next second, the engine roared to life, and Timothy floored the gas pedal.

The car shot forward at breakneck speed.

Jessica instinctively gripped the handle above her window, knuckles white.

Timothy didn't stop for a single red light, weaving recklessly through traffic, barely dodging other cars. Jessica was tossed in her seat, her head spinning, the world outside a blur.

Timothy's lips were pressed into a thin, grim line, his face ashen.

Jessica wanted to tell him to slow down, but no words would come her voice was lost somewhere inside her.

Her stomach churned violently.

She squeezed her eyes shut, brow furrowed in pain.

But Timothy didn't notice. All his focus was on the road ahead.

Finally, they arrived home.

An ambulance was already parked in front of The Gilded Whisper Estates.

Before the car had even stopped moving, Timothy had flung the door open and bolted out.

Timothy-always so measured and composed-so

the calmest people

mouth filled with a bitter taste. She snatched some tissues, stumbled out of the car, and half-ran, half-staggered to

after she'd emptied her stomach completely

wiped her lips, turned around and saw Timothy carrying Sheila out of the house in

son trailed behind, his face streaked

son climbed into the

it

their housekeeper,

"Ma'am..."

heart clenched with worry as she

Jessica suddenly collapsed, crumpling to

"Ma'am!"

her side, lifting Jessica's upper body with trembling

"Ma'am? Ma'am?!"

Jessica didn't respond, Mabel fumbled for her

bad-ma'am has

home from the hospital. Her wounds were

"But sir, she really-"

cut her off. "Stop bothering me

The line went dead.

could only sigh in frustration and dialed for an

a trivial matter

It was infuriating.