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.

down his neck, warm and

phone. A thin crack had splintered across the screen. Timothy and Sheila had barely reached the driveway when headlights flashed in front of them—another car pulled up,

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

at the sight of blood. "You're

"Yeah."

better get to the ER. I'm just here to

intending to move his car, but Timothy

losing a lot of blood. Hospital first." "What do you need

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

"Just bought something from her.

all color. Sheila urged, "Vince, hurry up

stay conscious. "Give me the case-I'll make sure

about the

earlier when Kane had called Jessica a mute, figured he must care about her a great deal. "Alright, you hand

me."

through the window, then