Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 344

Timothy didn't lay a hand on her.

Maybe all he wanted was to scare Little Mute into going back.

Jessica signed, "You're getting better every day, you know. I'm honestly so proud

of you."

But Herbert couldn't share in her happiness-not with the Wheeler family

breathing down his neck. He was still under their thumb.

Little Mute refused to drag him into her troubles. He couldn't protect her openly,

not when it would only make things worse for her.

He forced a wry smile. "I'm not nearly as impressive as you think I am."

“To me, you're already wonderful,” Jessica signed softly, her gestures full of warmth. "Don't overthink any of this. I understand."

She was well aware of the real reason behind everything. Timothy's actions were cruel in ways words couldn't express.

Using the Wheeler Group to threaten Herbert had left him cornered. In a world defined by competition and pride, no man wanted to feel bested by another. If it hadn't been for his desire to help her, none of this mess would even exist.

They'd known each other since childhood. To have things come to this, right in front of her, would surely bruise his pride.

never cared about things like

anything more. Once Jessica divorced Timothy and cut all ties,

recover her voice. It was rare to get her away from Riverside City, and he finally had time to help with her treatment. If he could schedule

her for a thorough examination, the results confirmed their fears -her throat had been injured by force, and at some point,

they returned to Herbert's office

corner of her lips, he might

so badly it felt like it was

he do this

arms tightened around Little Mute, desperate to protect her, but

free herself, until he finally

hands, asking,

were rimmed

throat's so inflamed-I can't

PAGU

just

past-even though it hurt-was already

you had sent over helped

sign those words, Herbert's voice dropped to a whisper. "Wait here for a moment. I need to step

was spacious and fully equipped, with a private

turned away, tears slipped from

the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and leaned back against

his eyes shut, the tears he'd been holding back poured

and pounded it against his chest, as if trying