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?"

lightly patting her cheek,

his hand to her forehead-she

scooped her up and rushed toward

panic in his voice. "Dad, Miss Sheila heard the housekeeper say you brought Mom back and rushed downstairs to apologize. She slipped and fell down the

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

sad today, so hurt. Sheila had been the one to comfort him, staying by his side all

Mom hadn't paid him any

it, the more his

creased. "Is

blood. Her forehead was already injured

settled Jessica in the car,

clustered around Sheila, feigning concern. Timothy came over and saw that

"Are you all idiots? Why

timidly, "Sir, I thought since you were home, it'd be faster if

her to the

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

after them, squeezing into

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