Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 151

Did she really have no choice but to surrender to Timothy, to accept all his decisions without question?

No. She couldn't just sit back and wait for fate to crush her.

Jessica squared her shoulders and strode toward the pirate ship ride.

By now, after a few minutes, the ride had come to a stop.

Sheila was clutching her chest, her face almost ghostly pale.

Henry, who looked so much like a young Timothy, was gazing at her with open worry and guilt. "Miss Sheila, are you okay? This is all my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to ride with me-the ship went so high, I was terrified myself."

Timothy unbuckled his seatbelt, his eyes gentle. "Are you hurt?"

"Timothy, I... my legs... I can't seem to stand up..."

Jessica just then. With a practiced flutter of her lashes, she rolled her eyes

"Miss Sheila!"

"Sheila!"

together, their concern written all

his arms, lifting her with effortless grace—a fairy-tale rescue,

the ride, Sheila limp in his arms,

a panic, half-ran to keep up, choking back tears. "Dad, Miss

fine," Timothy said, his voice unwavering, though there was tension

glanced up-and there was

arms tightened reflexively around Sheila, but he didn't slow

of them, signing, "I

into this mess. The divorce was between her and Timothy. If he promised not to take it out on Herbert, she'd leave

air, cold and sharp with indignation. "Mom, can't you see Miss Sheila's passed out? Can't this

tone icy. "Even a six-year-old knows better than this. Move

punctuated the command with