Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 260

"Don't blame Jessy. If I hadn't taken the necklace out, it never would've broken..."

Sheila looked so wracked with guilt that Timothy didn't have the heart to comfort her.

His mother had given her life to save him and his sister. He'd never met her, but he knew she'd been extraordinary.

While waiting for death, she'd poured her love for her children onto the pages of a journal, a legacy that had accompanied him into adulthood.

"I'll get the necklace fixed," Timothy said quietly, and with that, he walked away. Sheila couldn't tell if he was angry with her or not.

If he was, then why had he defended her when Jessica was there just moments ago? But if he wasn't, why was he now so cold, barely speaking to her?

At least, from the way Timothy's eyes flashed with barely contained anger when he saw Jessica push her, Sheila knew he wasn't indifferent. Maybe it was just his sense of self-control that kept him from slapping Jessica right then and there. She understood his character-no matter what, he would never raise a hand to a woman.

Jessica returned to her tiny apartment, pushing the door open to find Vince inside.

As soon as he saw her, he rushed over, gripping her shoulders, his face a mask of worry. "Jessy, what happened? Why is there blood on the floor?"

That morning, Vince had come by Jessica's place.

He knocked, but no one

surprised to find the

on the wooden

was nowhere to be found. Just as he stepped out

after a moment's thought, scribbled a quick note: *"I'm fine, don't worry about me. The blood's from a stray dog I

of telling anyone about the

didn't want pity, and she certainly didn't want people worrying on her

couldn't let

she couldn't get a divorce, this illness was her last way

let out

goodness," he said, hands dropping to his sides. Then, noticing

Are you sure

sleep well last night,* she

people who didn't know sign language was exhausting, and writing everything out slowed every conversation

Wheeler had given her was a godsend now that she'd lost

off. I'll call the attorney, have

quickly scribbled, *"No need. Let's meet with him now-I'll take a nap at lunch. I

to

sit, then poured him a glass of water. She found her phone charger and plugged her phone