Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 122

Jessica's beautiful eyes brimmed with despair.

She signed with aching hands, "I can do papercutting, and I can also—"

"That's enough."

Timothy cut her off mid-sentence. "Those little patterns you taught Henry to make -how much do you think they're worth? Could you even buy a bottle of water with that?"

Jessica's lips curled into a bitter smile.

For most people, a bottle of water costs just a dollar or two.

But Timothy was different. The water his family drank came from Hawaii-deep ocean water, drawn from a thousand meters below the Pacific, concentrated, then diluted a hundredfold for drinking. It contained dozens of trace minerals, the magnesium content was off the charts compared to regular water, and a 500ml bottle cost over five hundred dollars.

One could only imagine how extravagant the rest of their life was.

Jessica signed again, fingers dancing, "You were born into privilege. You don't know what struggle means. Most people in this world drink water that costs a dollar a bottle-why shouldn't I?"

The thought of Jessica drinking cheap water made Timothy's heart twist painfully. She was his wife! She didn't need to live like ordinary people.

He could provide her with water that cost five hundred, even five thousand dollars a bottle if she wanted it.

eyes grew stormy. "You really want to

"I don't see it as hardship. Everyone has

was worn

pressing Jessica back until she was flush against the cushions, his striking features just inches from

with a fire that flickered in the

truly suffered?" He let out a cold laugh. "You think you know what hardship is out there? You can't speak, you'd never land a respectable job. Even if you did find work, all you'd get is ridicule

there wasn't even room for

were so many things it made

couldn't express herself quickly. And when she went out, yes, people would mock

she, as Mrs. Lawson, already faced plenty of that? Maybe even more than she would

Timothy slid down beside

tired. "I'm exhausted these days. Can you stop pushing for once? Let me rest

hands to sign, turning to look at him—but his eyes were

her hands fall,

the problem with not being able to speak; if someone wasn't watching, it didn't matter how clear her signing was no one would ever know what she

to

shifted, Timothy's long arm slid behind her neck, holding her close, giving her

the steady