Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 160

"Mr. Lawson."

Timothy's voice was cool and detached. "Check the balance on the card I gave to my wife. How much is left?"

"One moment, sir."

A brief silence. Then Secretary Allen spoke up. "Twelve million."

Timothy's brow furrowed. Twelve million wasn't much by his standards. If Jessica wanted to return to a normal life, that sum would be more than enough for an ordinary person to live comfortably for the rest of her days.

But she was Timothy's woman. How could she settle for an ordinary life?

"Freeze the card."

His words were cold as ice.

Secretary Allen hesitated, caught off guard, but knew better than to ask questions. "Understood. I'll do it right away."

"And look into what happened at the Wheeler Group."

With that, Timothy ended the call.

He strode across the room to the balcony, his long legs carrying him to the glass doors. He lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly into the night.

Outside, darkness pressed in, thick as velvet.

a peculiar emptiness settling over him. This house, this life-so many

trying to stir up some waves in his otherwise placid existence? Jessica hadn't been feeling well that day. As soon as she returned to the hotel,

she opened her eyes again, she was gasping awake from a

and back were slick with

once more of that fire, the one

been knotted with fear-afraid Timothy would be

could still feel

down. Timothy's affairs, from this day forward, had nothing to do with

take a shower, only to remember she hadn't brought any luggage with her when she

go out and buy some clothes and

Once she was sure Timothy wouldn't take revenge on

then handed her card to

reader. Jessica entered her PIN

Transaction failed.

screen flashed:

seven years. She'd been using it these

this card isn't

set the clothes down and typed on her

Still, the reader

bitter little smile

card belonged

spree. Not long after, he'd transferred another two hundred thousand, urging her to go out and enjoy herself.

worried she'd be bored at home, so he kept giving her