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.

over the marks, and the furrow between his brows

on between him

kind of man he was. He barely spent time with

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

tolerate another man hovering around

necklace Herbert had given him from his jacket pocket. He stared at it for a moment, then

Jessica was in for a rude awakening. The Wheeler Group

"Dad?"

Henry entered, calling softly.

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

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

was bleeding

it all Mom's fault to

apologize, tried

Sheila's out of surgery. She's next

voices would disturb Jessica, took

the hallway, softly closing the door

the latch clicked, Jessica opened

her. Timothy had only pretended to be careful not

second

he rushed off to see her.

and Henry walked down the corridor, Timothy's