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.

and the furrow between

going on between him

was. He barely spent time with women, and he'd never had any messy

set everything straight, explain the truth about Sheila once and for all. He was tired of

man

the blanket, then pulled out the necklace Herbert had given him from his jacket pocket. He stared at it for a moment, then put it away

him for Jessica was in for a rude

"Dad?"

Henry entered, calling softly.

a finger to his lips, shushing him, and lowered his voice. "Keep it down. Don't wake

at the bed. It's just a fever, isn't it? Why was Dad

reopened and was bleeding badly-she was

Mom's fault

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 to

voices would disturb Jessica, took

softly closing the

clicked,

calling for his father had already woken her. Timothy had

her. The second he he

out, he rushed off to see

Henry walked down the corridor, Timothy's