Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 150

Defeated again.

Sheila lowered her hand and turned away, her graceful composure never

wavering. The three of them-Timothy, Henry, and Sheila-stood together, their silhouettes perfectly matched, as if they belonged to a world Jessica could never enter.

Jessica had thought she was strong enough to feel nothing. But seeing that scene with her own eyes made her chest tighten painfully. After all, Timothy and Henry were the two people she cared about most in this world.

Sheila looked gentle and poised, but she clearly had no qualms about challenging Jessica—the real Mrs. Lawson. What gave her that boldness? Timothy's favoritism, of course.

And Jessica? She had nothing to fight back with. She couldn't argue, couldn't speak up. She had lost everything that once made her special. Years as a housewife had dulled her skills in animation—the only thing she'd ever been proud of. If her mentor tried to help, she could very well end up like the Wheelers: crushed by Timothy's power.

Timothy left her no room to breathe, no way out.

Of course, she had brought this on herself by angering him that morning. What awaited her now-besides her illness-might be even more than she could bear.

many, it's a chance to change their fate.

up her phone from the floor. A new message had popped

was from

you've made up your mind to focus on your

turned red. So all Timothy's promises to support her had been nothing but lies. Without even asking,

She didn't have much time

for her. At least she could use his decision as an excuse, save herself the pain of explaining why she was giving up when even her husband "supported" her. Otherwise, how could she possibly

back, "Yes, he's busy with work and I don't feel comfortable leaving my son

Ines appeared almost

"Actually..."

indicator blinked beneath her name. Even through the screen,

Finally, another message arrived.

need your husband's help. He told me you're not able to work right now, and that Sheila―your sister-in-law-would be

laughed out of sheer frustration.