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

his hand to her forehead-she

up and rushed toward his

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 to apologize.

dirty. He started to say something out of concern

to comfort him, staying by his side all morning and into the

hadn't paid him

thought about it, the more his heart ached with resentment over

creased.

much blood. Her forehead was already

settled Jessica in the car,

and several housekeepers were clustered around Sheila, feigning concern. Timothy came over and saw that Sheila's forehead was

all idiots? Why didn't anyone call

thought since you were home,

her to the

Timothy picked Sheila up and carried her to a second car, ordering

squeezing into the

face darkened. "What are you doing? Your mother's with me. I'm driving her. Come with