Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 113

Back at the hotel, she switched her phone to silent mode.

Tomorrow was her advisor's exhibition.

She wanted to be well-rested for it.

At noon, Timothy's eyes snapped open, and he immediately sat up in bed.

Sheila grabbed his arm, her voice urgent. "Timothy, what are you doing? You need to rest-lie down."

Timothy turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

"I went to the hospital this morning and saw Secretary Allen with Henry. When I asked, he told me you'd arrived in the city late last night. Then the hospital called -they said you'd been found unconscious out on the street by the rescue team. Timothy, do you realize how dangerous that was? With all that flooding last night, if they'd gotten to you any later..."

The thought alone made Sheila shudder. Someone unconscious, lying in water for too long-it could have been fatal.

"Timothy, the weather was awful last night. All flights were grounded. What could possibly be so urgent that you had to travel here overnight?"

"Where's my phone?"

a brand-new phone

was water-damaged beyond repair. I got you a new one. The doctor had to take out your SIM card and put it in someone else's phone just to reach me. Timothy, do you have any idea how

the phone, ignoring her concerns,

call rang out, unanswered, and disconnected

the hospital logo on the blanket-Capital City Hospital-Timothy swung his

are you going? The doctor said

long, determined strides

way to Capital City... for

closed off because of severe flooding. Timothy had waded through the floodwaters on foot

him after he'd fallen into an open manhole-one of the covers had been swept

so meticulous and clean, had marched through filthy water

really that

out of her thoughts, Timothy had already

just as it hit