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.

losing her balance. In less than twenty seconds, beads of sweat broke out on her

you. When

there was no real grudge between them. He just needed someone to play the role of

be sick to stop us," Timothy said coldly, his striking eyes like a winter frost. He glared at Jessica. "Using such pathetic tricks, and you accuse Sheila of faking it?

could you do this? Move, please. Don't keep Dad from taking Miss

turned

for this father and son for seven years. If they'd ever paid

hardened as he

let's go! If we don't hurry, Miss Sheila might not get the

his arms, his cold eyes finally

He strode away.

Jessica,

pain, Jessica stumbled and

arms, tilted her head just enough to catch Jessica's eye. She opened

the word "aunt" was nothing but a