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 make things

see it as hardship. Everyone has their own idea of happiness and suffering. Being forbidden to divorce you—that's what's hard for

patience was worn

sofa with his knees, pressing Jessica back

eyes smoldering with a

think you know what hardship is out there? You can't speak, you'd never

so close now, there wasn't even

speak-there were so many

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

faced plenty of that? Maybe even

she didn't answer, Timothy slid down beside her, sitting so close

rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice low and tired. "I'm exhausted these days. Can you stop pushing for once? Let me rest a

to look at him—but

let her hands fall,

the problem with not being able to speak; if someone wasn't watching, it didn't matter

tried to

slid behind her neck, holding her close, giving her no chance

the steady rhythm