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 stomach, nearly losing her balance. In less than twenty seconds, beads of

you. When it hurt,

etched on her face. After all, she was his birth mother, and there was no real grudge

coldly, his striking eyes like a winter frost. He glared at Jessica. "Using such pathetic tricks, and you accuse Sheila of faking it? Jessica, when

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

turned to

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

hardened as he looked at

If we don't hurry, Miss Sheila might not get the treatment

the unconscious woman in his arms, his

He strode away.

past Jessica, he deliberately bumped

from the pain, Jessica stumbled and collapsed to

her head just enough to catch Jessica's eye. She opened her eyes and smiled-a

was nothing but a cruel