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?"

her name again, lightly patting her cheek, but

his hand to her

up and

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

eyes closed, her clothes drenched, hands dirty. He started to say something out of concern

to comfort him, staying by his

paid him any

he thought about it, the more his

creased. "Is

"There was so much blood. Her

the

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

"Are you all idiots? Why didn't anyone call

thought since you were home,

her to the

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

after them, squeezing

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