Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 114

Timothy was already far down the road.

Sheila stood where she was, helpless and rooted to the spot.

He really was growing more and more concerned about Jessica.

Seven years had changed so many things.

Timothy tracked down Jessica's attending physician and finally learned the truth: Jessica had gone into shock from extreme fright.

The police had found her in her hotel room and brought her straight to the hospital.

The tight knot in Timothy's chest loosened, just a little.

He remembered, vaguely, a night years ago. A thunderstorm had raged outside, and they'd been curled up in bed. Jessica had clung to him so tightly, trembling. For once, she'd been the one to pull him in for a kiss, her hands tangled in his hair. Even afterwards, she'd stayed wrapped around him like ivy.

He'd never realized, until now, how afraid she was of storms.

Last night's thunderstorm was the worst in years-lightning webbing across the sky, thunder shaking the windows.

It was no wonder Jessica had been so terrified she'd gone into shock.

A pang of regret stabbed through Timothy.

He should have come straight here the moment his flight was canceled at the airport. Should have hired a helicopter if he had to.

word, Timothy left the

while to collect herself, then made her way

hallway, expecting he would

she saw him striding out of the hospital, still wearing the patient

What is he thinking?!

he really going to see Jessica looking like

hear her

day, he was immaculate -tailored suits, clean-shaven, not a hair out of place,

was frantic about Jessica. All those little things he used to care about gone,

anyone else, Sheila might have found

But this was Timothy.

her fists, nails digging into her

up her mind, hurried to the

fate, her forehead struck the handrail. Blood streamed down her face,

her phone

for a taxi at the curb when Sheila's name flashed

hotel for

did you go? I tried to catch up but I couldn't... I was in such a hurry, I missed a step and fell down

a thin, hard line. After a brief silence, he

hung up, a satisfied look on her

the afternoon sun already fading beyond the window. It was

glanced at her phone-one missed call,