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 years of stability,

hadn't been feeling well that day. As soon as she

her eyes again, she was gasping awake from

forehead and back were slick with

dreamed once more of that fire, the one from

with fear-afraid Timothy would be hurt,

now, she could still feel the lingering

to calm down. Timothy's affairs, from this day

remember

choice but to go out and buy some clothes and basic

exactly had happened with the Wheelers. Once she was sure Timothy wouldn't take revenge on them, she'd

outfits, then handed

slid the card through the reader. Jessica entered her PIN

Transaction failed.

flashed: Card

it

miss, but this card isn't working. Do you have another

typed on

PIN once more. Still, the reader flashed

smile tugged

belonged

a shopping spree. Not long after, he'd transferred another two hundred thousand, urging her to go out and enjoy herself. Again and again— once, twice,

happy. She thought he was worried she'd be bored at home, so he kept giving