Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 259

She shrieked and collapsed to the floor.

But as she fell, she made sure to hold the pearl necklace in the hand that would hit the ground first.

The pearls scraped against the floor. The string snapped. Pearls scattered everywhere, rolling across the tiles.

Timothy's hand, which had been holding a paper bag of breakfast, suddenly went slack. The bag tumbled from his fingers, spilling food onto the ground.

Jessica frowned, barely pausing, and made to walk away.

Sheila, still on her knees, grabbed desperately at Jessica's pant leg. Her voice trembled. "I'm apologizing to you so sincerely-can't you just accept it?"

Timothy stared in shock at the pearls strewn across the floor. For a long moment, he couldn't move. Then he forced himself forward.

His lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line. He radiated a cold, cutting rage.

He reached Sheila in two quick strides, yanked her up, and pulled her into his arms. His eyes, sharp as glass, fixed on Jessica with unyielding fury.

He raised his hand, aiming a slap at Jessica's face.

Sheila, terrified, buried her face in Timothy's chest, unable to watch.

Timothy's palm stopped just short of Jessica's cheek, the air from his swing whispering across her skin.

bring himself

hand on her-not even after she'd slapped him before. Not even

hand hovered a breath from her face, close enough that she could feel the cold draft brush her pores, chilling her

Her husband.

had once

finally going to hit her, for the sake of

her cheek-but it landed

back, his words low and

shimmered with unshed tears. She turned on

would finally agree

make Sheila's

I

apologize "

harsh. "You think she can accept you kneeling

Jessica was his wife.

was his aunt. Jessica's

to accept her elder kneeling

stepped into the elevator. The doors slid shut, cutting her off from

let go of Sheila and slowly knelt to pick up the

it and saw it was your mother's necklace. I ran out to give it back to you, but then I bumped into Jessy. She got upset when she saw the necklace.

apology. Timothy, it's my fault.

low and heavy. "It's not your fault. I