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?"

patting her cheek, but she

his hand to her forehead-she was burning

he scooped her up and rushed toward

heard the housekeeper say you brought

concern for

so sad today, so hurt. Sheila had been the one to comfort him, staying

Mom... Mom hadn't paid him any

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

creased. "Is

was so much blood. Her forehead was already injured and the wound

Jessica in the car, then hurried

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 call an

replied timidly, "Sir, I thought since you were

her to

second car, ordering

ran after them, squeezing into the car

Your mother's with me. I'm driving her. Come