Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 221

She picked up her phone, surprised to see an incoming video call from Herbert Wheeler.

Ever since that day outside the amusement park, when Timothy had forcibly taken her away from the café, she'd been worried about dragging Herbert into her troubles and hadn't contacted him since. Herbert, for his part, hadn't reached out to her, either.

Jessica hesitated for a moment, then accepted the call and propped her phone up on its stand.

As soon as the video connected, Herbert's cheerful face appeared on the screen. He waved at her with a big, playful grin.

Jessica couldn't help but smile and wave back.

Herbert's expression softened into seriousness. "Little Mute," he said gently, "do you want to speak again?"

paused, caught off

before tonight, she

vocal cords had started to respond—there was a faint glimmer of sound, a feeling that speech was almost within reach. Hope filled her chest. For the first time in years, she actually wanted

was the first time Herbert had ever asked her this question. He had a reason: his treatment plan had finally passed clinical trials. Every person

hadn't told her earlier, afraid she'd get her hopes up only

"Why are you asking me this

because of Jessica. But now she was married, and he worried the truth would weigh on her, so he hedged, "I've got good news. A doctor friend of mine overseas has spent the past seven years researching a treatment for acquired aphasia. It

did. She really did. But confronted with her biggest flaw, Jessica couldn't help feeling a pang of

and understood. After all, so many years had passed. When she was younger, her grandmother had taken

about what she wanted most? She wanted you to be healed. I know she's gone now, but if you

needed was a

she signed, "Is everything with the