Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 297

A chill autumn wind swept over her, soaking her through and raising a shiver of goosebumps along her skin.

Timothy looked down, unclenching his fist.

The necklace was still there, pressed into his palm—he'd only pretended to throw it away.

Her...

Something inside him felt as if it were being torn loose, a sensation that unsettled him to the core. It was a kind of panic he'd never known before. Not even when facing projects worth billions had he ever felt this way. He strode quickly toward Jessica.

She was still crouched on the lawn, hunched over, searching through the damp grass. Her hands were wet and covered in tiny bits of grass.

Timothy grabbed her wrist and hauled her to her feet. The moment she stumbled into his arms, Jessica fainted.

"Jessica!"

His voice was urgent.

"Jessica? Jessy?"

called her name again, lightly patting her cheek, but

pressed his hand to

he scooped her up

then, Henry came running out of the house, panic in his voice. "Dad, Miss Sheila heard the housekeeper say you brought Mom back and rushed downstairs

concern for his mom, but then remembered how embarrassed he'd been at the paper-cutting contest earlier

the one to

him any attention

the more his heart ached with resentment over

creased.

so much blood. Her forehead was already injured and

gently settled Jessica in the car, then hurried into

Sheila, feigning concern. Timothy came over and saw that Sheila's forehead was bleeding again, and she was

you all idiots? Why didn't anyone

I thought since you were home, it'd be

to the

Sheila up and carried her to a second car, ordering the driver to take her straight to

squeezing into the car

doing? Your mother's with me. I'm driving