Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 299

How could someone catch such a bad chill and fall into a feverish coma in just a matter of moments?

Timothy frowned, his brows knitting together.

When Henry saw that his mother was just running a high fever and nothing worse,

the worry in his eyes faded. Compared to her, Sheila was in much graver

condition.

Jessica was wheeled into a hospital room.

Timothy followed, pausing outside the door to call Mabel.

"Could you bring over a change of clothes for Mrs. Wheeler? She'll need a full set -inside and out."

"Of course, sir."

He stepped quietly into the room and sat by the bedside, reaching out to feel Jessica's forehead.

Her fever had gone down a little, though she still looked terribly pale and weak.

Was she asleep, or had she simply not yet woken from her delirium?

He gently took her hand, his gaze falling to the bruises ringing her wrist. His heart clenched with guilt.

fingertips brushed softly over the marks, and the furrow

was nothing going on between

years of marriage-he'd always thought Jessica understood the kind of man he was. He barely spent time with women, and he'd

she woke up, he'd set everything straight, explain the truth about Sheila once and for all.

man

necklace Herbert had given him from his

for a rude awakening. The

"Dad?"

Henry entered, calling softly.

a finger to his lips, shushing him, and lowered his voice. "Keep it down.

just a fever, isn't

was bleeding badly-she was the one who needed

all Mom's fault to

Mom had never warmed up to her. Sheila had tried to apologize, tried to make nice when she

out of surgery. She's next door. Aren't you going

voices would disturb Jessica, took Henry

the hallway, softly closing the door

the latch clicked, Jessica

his father had already woken her. Timothy had

The second

rushed

Henry walked