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?"

name again, lightly patting her cheek, but

his hand to her forehead-she was burning

up and rushed toward his

out of the house, panic in his voice. "Dad, Miss Sheila heard the housekeeper say you brought

Jessica in Timothy's arms-her eyes closed, her clothes drenched, hands dirty. He started to say something out of concern for his mom, but then remembered how embarrassed

Sheila had been the one to comfort him, staying by his side all

hadn't paid him any attention for so

thought about it, the more

brow creased. "Is

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

in the car, then

and saw that Sheila's forehead was bleeding again, and she was

idiots? Why didn't anyone call

"Sir, I thought since you

to

and carried her to a second car, ordering the driver to

after them, squeezing

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