Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 234

"Thank you for comforting me. Honestly, I feel a lot better after talking to you. I really thought I was a failure."

Sheila forced a smile, trying to keep her composure.

"I'll take care of this. You don't need to worry about it just focus on your own life," Timothy said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

With Timothy's reassurance, Sheila's anxiety faded. She trusted he'd always have her back.

Jessica's situation was entirely different. Now that she was on her own, she had the freedom to throw herself into her career. But Jessica had married Timothy-he was her whole world now. Why bother competing in the workplace, fighting for a slice of recognition, when she already had him?

If Sheila could marry Timothy, she wouldn't waste a second on a career. Winning Timothy's heart would be her sole ambition.

Jessica, honestly, had no idea what she was doing.

But maybe that was for the best. The more Jessica insisted on stirring things up, the better Sheila's chances became.

Timothy drove Sheila home, then prepared to go find Jessica. Only then did he realize she still hadn't replied to any of his messages. His irritation simmered.

He'd spent so much time coaxing her-wasn't it clear she should focus on keeping their family together, not making his life more complicated?

had never once mentioned wanting to go back to work. Now, just when Sheila hit a rough patch in her career and

with impossible precision-always just in time to overshadow

knew he needed to have a serious talk with

He dialed Secretary Allen.

been lately. As soon as

was Thanksgiving, and there was still so much to do-family traditions, dinner prep he

an hour later, Secretary

found out Mrs. Lawson bought a train ticket this afternoon. She's headed

gone back

sense. Thanksgiving

she'd probably returned to pay

two hours before pulling up outside Jessica's old house. Sure

and

was a neighbor. She opened the door-and

Timothy was already inside. He caught her slender wrist, pushing

Jessica's gaze was defiant, while Timothy's burned

break free. Timothy's hand gripped her chin, and without a word, he pressed his