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.

in

slap landed squarely-on Jessica

was sharp, fueled by her anger, and bright red marks

down at her own hand in a brief,

was a roughness he couldn't hide. He hated the idea of ever raising a hand to a woman,

step forward. She quickly grabbed his arm, pleading with her eyes,

to his

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

fists clenched at Sallie's venom. He turned to Jessica, voice low and steady. "Little Mute, is this how

things were for her in the Lawson family. She'd brought

Sallie sneered, shooting Jessica a sideways glance, her words dripping

looked ready to

quickly signed to him, "Herbert, I'm sorry. Please, just go. I'll make it up to you, I promise-let me

butting in, he replied in sign language as well. "She's got the attitude of a spoiled princess.