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 his brows grew

nothing going on between

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

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

man

given him from his jacket pocket. He stared at it for a moment, then put it away

Jessica was in for a rude awakening. The Wheeler Group needed to be taught a

"Dad?"

Henry entered, calling softly.

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

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

reopened and was bleeding badly-she was

all Mom's fault to

had tried to apologize, tried to make

of surgery. She's next

voices would disturb Jessica,

hallway, softly closing the

the latch clicked,

calling for his father had already woken her.

her. The second he

he rushed off to

and Henry walked down the