Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 241

Jessica's eyes flashed with defiance as she jabbed her finger in the air, her voice firm and angry. "If you won't help me, then I'll fight her for every role she auditions for. Whatever character she wants, I'll go after the same one. Timothy, let me tell you, I've seen Sheila's work. The only reason I haven't been acting these past years is because I chose not to. If I step back into the game, ten Sheilas couldn't outshine me."

Timothy scoffed, shaking his head. "That's some ego you've got. I don't like women who talk big, so don't let me hear that kind of nonsense again. Stop this tantrum-go take a shower."

Just then, Timothy's phone started ringing.

He reached for it and saw Sheila's name on the screen. He answered.

"Timothy, my ankle's swollen pretty badly. I don't know if it's more than just a twist, and I can't walk at all. It hurts so much. Can you come take me to the hospital?”

The night was quiet, and Sheila's voice carried clearly through the phone.

Jessica heard every word.

Timothy lifted his gaze, lips pressed tight, and glanced at Jessica. Then, lowering his voice, he said, "If I come over, it might take a while. Do you think you can hold out?"

"Are you busy? If you are, I'll call Kane."

on Kane. After all these years, you still don't know what he gets up

her hometown, her heart soured with jealousy. Still, she said,

tone hummed through

for help herself, Timothy couldn't shake the worry. She lived alone in Moonstrand Villas; if anything happened, he'd

and

her hand

stay, but now, at the first sign of trouble with Sheila's ankle, he was desperate to leave-and dragging her along for

everything and rush off in the middle of the night just to

"Tomorrow

only reason she'd come back. For seven years, every Thanksgiving Day, she'd missed the chance

she wasn't leaving

for a long moment. He remembered that for all those years, every Thanksgiving Day, Jessica

didn't push her any

and take care of it. I'll

turned

disappear, her expression growing even