Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 72

Herbert shot to his feet, gripping Sallie's arm tightly. His voice was sharp with anger. "What do you think you're doing?"

Jessica blinked water from her eyes, finally realizing that it was Sallie standing there.

Sallie winced-Herbert's grip was bruising her wrist.

She scowled, twisting and pulling, trying to wrench herself free. "You brute! You're hurting me. Do you even know who I am? Get your filthy hands off me!"

"I don't care who you are," Herbert snapped. "Apologize to her. Now!"

His temples pulsed with fury, and a pang of guilt gnawed at him. How had he let his guard down enough for someone to bully Little Mute-Jessica-right in front of him?

Jessica scrambled to her feet and hurriedly signed to Herbert, her hands moving fast. "Let her go. She's Timothy's sister."

Herbert's grip loosened just enough for Sallie to yank her arm free. She immediately raised a hand, winding up to slap him.

stepped in

landed

was sharp, fueled by her anger, and bright red marks appeared instantly on Jessica's

froze, staring down at her own hand in a brief, panicked daze.

air, there was a roughness he couldn't hide. He hated the idea of ever raising a

grabbed his arm, pleading with her eyes, telling

his tongue to his

seemed, any trace of remorse vanished. "Jessica, don't forget-you're Timothy's wife!

low and steady. "Little Mute,

for her in the Lawson family. She'd brought this trouble on herself-she didn't want

how touching," Sallie sneered, shooting Jessica a sideways glance, her

ready

I'm sorry. Please, just go. I'll make it up to you, I promise-let me buy you dinner

then, wary of Sallie butting in, he replied in sign language as well. "She's got the attitude of a spoiled princess. If I leave,