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.

softly over the marks, and the furrow between

going on between him and

understood the kind of man he was. He barely spent time with women,

about Sheila once and for all. He was tired of the endless misunderstandings. It only

tolerate another man hovering around

her hand gently beneath 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

dared to compete with him for Jessica was in for a rude awakening. The Wheeler Group needed to be

"Dad?"

Henry entered, calling softly.

lips, shushing him, and lowered his voice.

just a fever, isn't it? Why was

had reopened and was bleeding badly-she was the one who

Mom's

tried to apologize, tried to

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

voices would disturb Jessica,

the hallway, softly closing the door behind

the latch clicked, Jessica opened her

woken her. Timothy had

her. The second he

rushed

Henry walked