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.

stormy. "You really

don't see it as hardship. Everyone has their own idea of happiness and suffering. Being forbidden to

patience was

the sofa with his knees, pressing Jessica back until she was flush against the cushions, his striking features just

presence was overwhelming, his eyes smoldering with a fire that flickered in the

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

close now, there wasn't

speak-there were

went out, yes, people would mock

she, as Mrs. Lawson, already faced plenty of

down beside

days. Can you stop pushing for once? Let me rest a bit.

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

let her hands

it didn't matter how clear her signing was no one

tried to slip

slid behind her neck, holding her close, giving

the steady rhythm