Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 153

If she still couldn't find a solution, she'd think of another way to speak with

Timothy.

[At the hospital. Everything okay?]

[Yeah.]

[Send me the address-I'll come find you.]

Jessica sent him the location of a nearby café.

When she got inside, she ordered a glass of warm water. She took a few more painkillers—just in case. The last thing she needed was for Herbert, being a doctor, to notice something was off.

Half an hour later, Herbert rushed in, still looking a bit disheveled. There was a dark bruise at the corner of his mouth.

Jessica's brows knitted together. Mrs. Reynolds had told her his father hit him.

Herbert slid into the chair, adjusted his glasses, and managed a smile. "Hey, Little Mute. Want anything to drink?"

felt tight. So much had happened-enough to worry

after being hit, Herbert could still smile as if nothing was

heavily, *Does it

quickly recovered. "You mean my

still wouldn't talk about his

had no choice but to be blunt. *Has

paused, a

his fists for a moment. "Did my mom come to

to introduce

don't get a lawyer, how

the country, he'd noticed the sorrow in her eyes. With her personality, she

out your own problems, and you're worrying about

nothing, really. Don't worry about it. The Wheeler Group can handle a little turbulence. Don't

grew anxious. If this were just a little "turbulence," Mrs. Reynolds never would have come to her

it sound so simple. I know exactly what Timothy's like. Tell me what

grew frantic. Herbert could tell she

way-kindhearted, always