Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 110

"Mr. Lawson, we've located your wife. She was found unconscious in her hotel

room. The doctors are trying to resuscitate her."

"What exactly happened?"

Timothy's features darkened, his expression chilling.

"We'll know more once the doctors have stabilized her. Please come to Capital City Hospital as soon as possible."

"I'm already on my way. Thank you."

The driver pulled up short at a roadblock.

"I'm sorry, sir, I can't take you any further. This is as close as I can get."

"That's fine."

Timothy paid the fare, jumped out, and dashed into the rain.

The downpour was relentless; within moments, he was soaked to the bone. His clothes clung to his skin, heavy and uncomfortable, and his shoes quickly filled with water. Disgusted, he kicked them off and left them behind.

disheveled, so desperate. Barefoot, he waded through the muddy water, his sharp features set in

he pressed on, step by

in

was in

her head, she was startled to

trembled

only person she'd thought to call for help was

tightened in

gaze met hers. "You're awake. Are you feeling alright? Do

shook her

she was just

like this. Her father had locked her alone in the house, and she'd spent the entire night in terror. It was her grandmother who'd found her unconscious the next

on, Jessica

of thunder ever since—afraid of lightning, of

the memories, Jessica didn't ask Herbert how he'd found her. She simply met his gaze, reached out with her unbandaged hand, and gave him a

and she let her eyes drift closed once

just sat quietly by her bedside, keeping

daylight had filled the room. The rain had stopped; the wind was gone. Sunlight streamed through the window, painting golden patches on

a moment, it was as if