Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 152

Quick wit and a sharp tongue were never Jessica's strengths.

Sign language only worked for people who understood it, and even then, it couldn't fully convey her emotions. So, arguing was pointless for her. She could never win.

When she accused Sheila of faking it, neither father nor son believed her. They even argued back. She had no voice; no matter how skillfully her hands moved, it didn't matter.

Would she just give up and stop trying?

Timothy's expression barely shifted, except for a cold smirk. "Didn't you have plenty to say a moment ago? What, no more gestures now?"

A trace of mocking amusement flickered at the corner of Jessica's lips.

Timothy's eyes darkened. "If you've got any pride left, don't come looking for me again. If you have nothing to say, then get out of the way."

He was attacking the Wheeler Group, deliberately forcing her to seek him out- yet now he was provoking her, acting as if she were the nuisance.

Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted in Jessica's abdomen.

her balance. In less than

cancer for you. When it hurt,

his birth mother, and there was no real grudge between them. He just needed someone to play

like a winter frost. He glared at Jessica. "Using such pathetic tricks, and you accuse Sheila

you do this? Move, please. Don't

turned

and son for seven years. If they'd ever paid her even a little attention,

gaze hardened as he looked at

don't hurry, Miss Sheila might not get the

glanced at the unconscious woman in his

He strode away.

he brushed past Jessica, he deliberately bumped her

from the pain, Jessica stumbled and collapsed to

just enough to catch

was nothing but a cruel