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.

brushed softly over the marks, and the furrow between

going on

thought Jessica understood the kind of man he was. He

the truth about Sheila once and for all. He was

never tolerate another man

given him

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

"Dad?"

Henry entered, calling softly.

his lips, shushing him, and

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

wound had reopened and was bleeding badly-she was

Mom's fault

was family, but Mom had never warmed up to her. Sheila had tried to apologize, tried to

She's next door. Aren't you

disturb Jessica, took Henry by

into the hallway, softly closing the

latch clicked, Jessica opened

his father had already woken her. Timothy had only

The second he

rushed

walked down