Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 226

The moment Timothy caught sight of Herbert standing protectively beside Jessica, his lips pressed into a hard, bloodless line.

Herbert, of course, noticed Timothy as well.

Timothy didn't bother hiding how intimately he held the woman in his arms; even when running into his own wife, he made no attempt to keep up appearances.

It was outrageous.

Without another glance at Timothy, Jessica turned toward Herbert and quietly signed, "Let's go."

She acted as if Timothy didn't exist.

Both Timothy and Sheila understood Jessica's sign language.

Sheila, a beat behind everyone else, finally spoke up. "Timothy, Jessica's right here. You can put me down now."

Her voice was still rough and low from the strain.

"Don't talk. Protect your voice," Timothy replied, his tone clipped but concerned.

Jessica and Herbert were already heading toward the exam room when Timothy's words drifted to her ears.

Sheila had undergone surgery on her vocal cords. The fact that she could now do voice-overs for her cartoons meant her recovery was complete.

Timothy hovered over her, fussing about her throat as

Sheila into the

Herbert she didn't want Timothy knowing about her own throat exam. Herbert nodded, understanding

said. "You don't need a full work-up unless you want one. For now, I'll give you some medication to help

Jessica nodded in agreement.

handed her

making it clear she had no desire to run into

or refusing a divorce. She'd only

she

that, even the blind could see

not to mention Timothy's behavior with another woman. There was no

you go on home," he said gently. "We'll talk

for the medication, Herbert watched Jessica

exam room, Timothy emerged and tracked down a doctor to ask about

on

"Come in," Herbert called.

Herbert looked up-only

help but let

remembered the day he'd returned to the country, that very first day he saw Jessica—Little Mute, as he called her-standing with him in the square, watching Timothy and Sheila being mobbed by reporters on

front of everyone,