Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 178

Jessica stared at the blood pouring from Timothy's wound, her eyes reflecting the vivid scarlet, as if the color had seeped into her soul.

More than once, she nearly reached into her purse for a handkerchief, wanting to press it against his bleeding neck.

But she forced herself to stay back.

Eleven years of love-how could anyone expect a heart to reset in a matter of hours? Even a car racing at full speed can't stop on a dime; it has to surge forward a few more yards before coming to rest.

Her fingers trembling, Jessica fumbled for her phone, but lost her grip. It hit the hardwood floor with a sharp crack.

"Timothy? Jessica? What on earth is going on in here?" Sheila's voice cut through the silence as she burst into the bedroom. Her eyes widened at the sight of Timothy's blood-soaked collar and the crimson trail snaking down his neck. In a panic, she rushed forward, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket and pressing it firmly to his wound.

Sheila's voice shook, on the verge of tears. "Timothy, what happened? Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital."

Timothy's gaze, cold and unfathomable, lingered on Jessica for a long moment. "Don't go wandering off," he said quietly. "I'll be back after they patch me up."

With that, he followed Sheila out.

warm and insistent. There was no time to waste-he needed a

the screen. Timothy and Sheila had barely reached the driveway when headlights flashed in front of them—another

then, Vince stepped out from his car, carrying a small case. He crossed the driveway and tapped on Timothy's window. Timothy rolled

the sight

"Yeah."

the ER. I'm just here to see Jessica-it won't take a

his car, but Timothy stopped

of blood. Hospital first." "What

night at the Red House, Timothy had whisked Jessica away before he'd had a chance to ask why she and Vince had arranged to

bought something from her. Came to drop

handkerchief at Timothy's neck was soaked through, and his lips had lost all color. Sheila urged, "Vince, hurry up and move. I

as he fought to stay conscious. "Give me the

ask about

when Kane had called Jessica a mute, figured he

me."

window,