Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 258

Jessica's gaze fell instantly on the pearl necklace in Sheila's hand-the very

same one Timothy had once given her.

A bitter smile tugged at Jessica's lips.

Just last night, Timothy had shown up at the Zimmerman family's house, clutching that necklace, insisting on returning it to her, telling her she wasn't allowed to sell it again.

He'd even chased her all the way to her small apartment, desperate to explain himself.

Pathetic.

Did he really think she was that much of a fool?

"Jessy, what are you doing at the hospital?" Sheila's voice broke through Jessica's thoughts.

Jessica glanced at her coolly.

Earlier, Kane had called Timothy, practically shouting down the phone in panic, saying that Sheila had "accidentally" fallen from the balcony at Moonstrand Villas. Kane claimed that if Timothy hadn't gotten there in time, Sheila might have died and no one would have known.

Sheila had supposedly fallen from a balcony, and yet here she was, looking perfectly healthy less than twenty-four hours later.

Timothy could buy into such a

and

"Jessy..."

an apologetic look. "There's really nothing going on between Timothy and me. I hope you won't hold anything against him because

eyes were as cold and

doing. She'd inserted herself into

time Jessica had met her, she'd made no effort to hide

only made things murkier, which was precisely the effect

raised her hand and made two gestures in sign language:

turning a shade paler. "You don't

the same gesture, unbothered:

Sheila didn't budge, feigning distress. "Jessy, I

came back to

about it. Timothy only had me stay at The Gilded Whisper Estates because he was worried I might have an allergic reaction at a hotel. But I've moved out now. I promise I won't get in your way again. So please, don't make Timothy worry about you anymore. Go home early, all right? I'm begging

sounded

syllable hit like

of wasting

right now,

since she'd learned about Sheila, she'd been preparing