Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 31

The doctor had explained that there was still a glimmer of hope in her condition, but the chances were slim—and chemotherapy came with the very real risk that she might not survive the treatment itself.

That was why Jessica refused chemo.

With this conservative approach, at the very least, she could expect another six months.

She reached for her phone and typed out a message.

"Thank you, Doctor. I don't want to take that risk."

The doctor sighed and said, "I'll prescribe you some more medication, then."

Jessica quickly typed another line.

"Thank you. Could you also help keep my diagnosis between us? I don't want my family to worry."

She handed the phone over to the doctor so he could read her words.

the type to worry about her. Telling

out of pity knowing her days were

wheeled out of the emergency room.

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

and typed out a line on her phone: "I'm fine, Mabel. Don't

wasn't finished yet, so a

sat down by the bed, her eyes full

Jessica nodded.

Mabel left quietly.

stood out on the balcony making a call, arranging a blood transfusion for Sheila. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mabel leaving the building. His gaze darkened

A nurse came in, changed the bag, and left. Just then, her phone

It was Herbert.

had moved back. Their new house was styled after an old English manor, but Mrs. Wheeler always felt something was missing. Eventually she realized it was the window decorations-delicate paper cuttings that reminded her of her time

designs looked quite right. That's when they thought of Jessica's grandmother, only to learn she had passed away. Others recommended Jessica herself, praising her for inheriting her grandmother's

why Herbert

would carry on the craft, and Jessica was personally acquainted with Mrs. Wheeler,

hung up the phone, checked the time, glanced at her IV, and estimated when she'd be done before sending